5/19/96   Eating breakfast at a hotel in the dining room, we see
          Bob Dylan and his band and entourage at a table.  I bring
          over an old, obscure book of his lyrics for him to sign.
          He complies, rolling his eyes humorously and making faces
          at me.  I notice he doesn't really look like Dylan:  he's
          bigger and darker than I thought, almost like Raul Julia.
          Maybe he's a double.

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

Reproduced with permission.


Expecting Rain