Where did the days go where we’d listen to Bob Dylan on the way to Lake Powell? With all the windows down we’d sing until our voices were raspy. One trip we thought we were so cool singing to ‘Knockin’ On Heavens Door’ but instead of Heaven it was ‘Hellen’. Nobody seemed to find it important to correct us… That’s what made it so good though. Being young & loving Bob… A memory you just don’t lose. Cheers to you Mr. Dylan, Happy 70th Birthday.
Commander In Chic 