One day, while living with other Christians in NYC, a sister who I was especially close to came home from work to tell me that she ran into Bob in Central Park. She said he was rather incognito and sort of appeared to look like a homeless man, or something like that she said.. perhaps she said he was wearing a hat, it’s hard to remember exactly, now but it was a Summer evening. She said she just caught his profile, and recognized him. She said “Bob, is that you?” He stopped and they chatted for a few minutes. She asked him how he was doing in his walk with Jesus, if he was hanging in there or having a trying time.. something like that. He asked her what she was listening to on her walkman. I think she said it was the Pretenders. Anyway, his answer was that if she wanted to know how he was doing, to listen to his music. That you could always tell that by listening to his music. She told him that her room mate (that’s me) was praying for him, and has been for years.

That’s all I remember now. Your review reminded me of that. So I think you are right.. his music is once again revealing how he’s doing.. or believing.

Love you still, Mr. Dylan.. after all these years. I wonder how many other soul mates you have out there besides me, Bob. I hope we finally meet in Heaven, by the Grace of God.

Margie