TRIPPIN' WITH BOB

I suppose going to Belgium would be the furthest I went to see Dylan. Key word would. As of now the longest trip was from Flagstaff to Milwaukee. That one was quite simple however. A shuttle down to Phoenix. Flight to Milwaukee. Ride to the show by one of my siblings....reverse procedure.

Even tho many have started out with less certainty (see the post THE DEATH OF A PRINCESS from April of "08) all have had peculiarly successful results. Looking back I am rather amazed. Tho the trips in So. Cal. were short, but still there had to be some kind of faith that not all mankind sucks. I'm not sure how, but I saw Bob a couple times in Costa Mesa at the Pac Amp. Both times I got a ride straight back to Northridge. Then there were all the shows at the Greek theater in L.A.. Getting there was easy. A bus ride down the 101 to Vermont Ave, then a short walk towards Griffith park. Getting home was another story...kind of. 11:00 and hitching a ride in L.A. having to be to work at 5:00 the next a.m. For two years running he did three show runs during the week and I never did miss a day of work.

I did however skip out on one of our monthly company meetings only to walk in with a shirt showing some Viet Nam war soldiers and the quote "I ain't gonna work for Maggies brother no more". The irony here being that it was a family run business. But wait, the twist on that is I did work for the brother some more. In fact for two years, during which I quit once and got fired three times. At the risk of sounding immodest, I must say that I am not a model employee but I can kick some ass when it comes to getting the job done. After all, I am on number 47 (if you count getting fired and rehired. Yes it has happened more than once).