When I was twelve years old, my father decided I was old enough to accompany him to a Bob Dylan concert. The year was 1989. I remember very little of the occasion. We sat outside in a smallish arena surrounded by throngs of people who had come to see Dylan on what he was calling The Never Ending Tour. The men and women who bookended…
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