10/20/95 Caroline, Carl, Mike and I are going to a Bob Dylan concert. It's in a building that reminds me of a hotel or a student union. We lose track of the time. The concert starts at 8:00, but we have to hurry to get down there by 8:10. I can't find the tickets in my wallet. Just some old receipts.From an ongoing series of journals based on his Dylan Dreams,
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