I just love this! The first time I remember breaking down a Dylan song like this, I was a sophomore in high school, fifteen years old, and we had listened to Mr. Tambourine Man and then we tried to make sense out of it. That was 1965. I’m glad I’m me, but ever since, I don’t think I’ve gone a day without a phrase or line going through my mind. James, great read, you got my day started very nicely. Thanks. Bob is on his way to the east coast, tangled up in blue.