And Keep Your Eyes Wide the Chance Won't Come Again

I'm kicking myself because Bob Dylan, THE Bob Dylan, the one and only the man himself, is PLAYING, RIGHT NOW, down the street from my house. I can HEAR HIM from my upstairs bathroom, clear as a bell.

Clearly I dropped the ball and missed the fact that Bob Dylan, Willie Nelson and John Michael Mellencamp (whom my high school health teacher taught back in Illinois, see I was listening Mrs. D!) would be in CT tonight. I feel like a fool. Now I'm scrambling to see if I can afford tickets to the three remaining shows near me in either Vermont, NY or Rhode Island, all within the next few days. Ugh, it seems hopeless, but maybe someone will want to go with me.