“I never expected someone as young as you to know Bob Dylan.” “I like old music. Bob Dylan, the Beatles, the Doors, Jimi Hendrix—you know.” “We should get together sometime,” I told her. She smiled, cocking her head slightly. Girls who are on top of things must have three hundred ways of responding to tired thirty-five-year-old divorced men. I thanked her and started the car. Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again. I felt better for having met her.
