Friday, August 14, 2009

How Did It Feel To Be On Your Own, With No Direction Home, Like A Complete Unknown, Like A Rolling Stone?

The incident began at 5 p.m.

Police in Long Branch, New Jersey, received a call that a man was wandering around a low-income, predominantly minority neighborhood several blocks from the oceanfront looking at houses.

A police officer, who was in his 20s, drove his squad car up to the elderly man, who was wearing a blue jacket.

"What is your name, sir?" the officer asked.

"Bob Dylan," the man said.

"OK, what are you doing here?" the officer asked.

"I'm on tour," the man replied.

The officer called for back up.

A second officer, also in his 20s, responded. He also was apparently unfamiliar with whom the man claimed to be.

The officers asked the man for identification. He said that he didn't have any ID with him, that he was just walking around looking at houses to pass some time before he had to go to work that night.

The officers asked the man, 68, to accompany them back to the Ocean Place Resort and Spa, where the performers were staying. Once there, tour staff vouched that the man was, indeed, Bob Dylan.

(When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to lose.)

1 comment:

Jack said...

Coincidence: I was listening to Dylan as I read this post. "Song to Woody" nad "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall".