Blowin' in the Wind

I'm going to see the living legend himself, the Jester, on Monday night. The thought of not seeing Bob Dylan at the Stockton Arena was a little too much for my flippin' 53 brain, so, today on the way to my teenager's swim meet in Concord, I dialed my crazy concert, Disneyland, "Let's go to Ikea", friend and said, "Why aren't we going to see Bob Dylan?" Well we are now going. Mary is taping the final game of the NCAA finals and we will hit the parking lot at 7:00p.m. I cannot wait! Oh yeah, it rained again today in Cali with scattered sunshine. I'm still a little rusty but a whole lot happier, just like a "rolling stone..." Yeah, I'm going to see Dylan!