sickness looming, but thats being taken care of.
just remembered this character.
http://www.theatlantic.com/past/docs/issues/98may/updike.htm
fun read. spend some time on it.
reminds me of a dream i once had where 1965 dylan walked in my open room as i was reading and said 'money's no object, kid,' and burst out laughing. walked out and shut the door behind him.
i think dylan's biggest er, most lasting gift to us, independent of recordings, so in the philosophical sense, is permission to be young and cynical. not sure we had that before him. ill gladly carry the torch.