10/20/95   Caroline, Carl, Mike and I are going to a Bob Dylan concert.
It's in a building that reminds me of a hotel or a student union.  
We lose track of the time.  The concert starts at 8:00, but we have
to hurry to get down there by 8:10.  I can't find the tickets in my
wallet.  Just some old receipts.                                   

From an ongoing series of journals based on his Dylan Dreams,
by
David Reisman.

Reproduced with permission.

BDX

Expecting Rain