Happy birthday, Bob

Well it's here, and in America I'd say in some ways it's as big as the Fourth of July. It's Bob Dylan's birthday and if there isn't an American icon as big, and as important as Bob Dylan (OK maybe the Statue of Liberty), then I don't know what is. I arrived at Bob Dylan through the circuitous route of a trip down the Beatles-In-Wonderland rabbit hole. Then as I grew up, I got smart enough and sophisticated enough to really understand what they and everybody else already understood. So here I am on my third reading of his book Chronicles (which I highly recommend) and find myself loving the man and his music even more. So happy birthday, Bob, if I can call you, Bob, like we're close personal friends. Anyway, just glad we're sharing the planet at the same time and if that ain't friendship, I don't know what is. Stay healthy, happy and hopeful, Pete

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