Hey Mr. Tambourine Man
(…or what happens when you OD on cough drops and Golden Gate Sweet & Sour Chicken)
Some of my readers are going to be so jealous. Until my two-year-old daughter just woke me up, I was dreaming I was back stage of a Bob Dylan tour discussing philosophy and music with Dylan.
Does this mean that Democratic consultant Bill Christofferson is having a nightmare about being trapped back stage at a Ted Nugent concert?