SITTING AT SAFEWAY LISTENING TO BOB DYLAN

Where have I been all these years? God, I grew up with Bob Dylan. I haven’t heard his music in I don’t know how long.

When I was in prep school in 1964, I actually saw Bob Dylan at Club 47 in Cambridge. That seems so foreign to me that I hardly believe it myself! And Joan Baez. All that great music which fed my mind at the time.

Today, while my wife shopped at Safeway, I sat in her car and flipped in the first CD of the three in "Biograph," the history of Dylan’s music. By the time she came back out I’d heard the first five songs including "Times they are a Changin’". Wow! I was so excited that when I was helping to load the groceries into the back of her car, I couldn’t stop talking about the music.

"He’s a writer," she reminded me. Giving me the reason he has lasted so long—the reason his songs and words are timeless.

I can’t help but to think about what a great lesson this is for me. Just the fact that, after all these years, I’d taken the time to sit and HEAR something so good. God, has my life been screwed up!

I’ve missed so much living by always doing, doing. It’s time for me to just BE once again. Whew, what a relief to know that it’s still possible to sit in front of Safeway and just chill.