.In the middle of the night, Marianne woke me up to tell me I was snoring. I wasn't, of course, but I told her that I'd been writing lyrics for Bob Dylan. Here's a sample:
Oh, the paper said we lived in the valley
And published our sins under the fold.
Johnny Fed came calling, read the tally,
And told us he'd take payment in gold.
This is late because I spent all day driving back from Boston. But I have lots of news to pass along. So I'll be doing that soon. Stayed tuned.