"I just got up one morning and left," Dylan said. "I'd spent so much time thinking about it I couldn't think about it anymore. . . . I stood on the highway during a blizzard snowstorm believing in the mercy of the world and headed East, didn't have nothing but my guitar and suitcase. That was my whole world." Riding in a four-door Pontiac, Dylan and a friend named Fred Underhill arrived in New York on January 24, 1961. Within a few hours, according to most accounts, he'd made it to an open-mike at the Cafe Wha?, on MacDougal Street, in Greenwich Village, and announced, "I been travelin' around the country. May 2001: http://www.newyorker.com/THE_CRITICS/BOOKS/
