The Reverb Essay: Dylan and Dad

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My dad, one hand on the wheel of a ’91 sky blue Honda Accord, one hand reaching for the volume knob on the radio, feeding my brother and I the lyrics to “Like A Rolling Stone.”

He’s spitting them out fast, really fast, before Dylan is even done with the current line. He wants to make sure we know what comes next.

Dad: “Tobewithoutahome…” (more…)