This should be one hell of a Geezer party, forcing their kids to see this living legend too under the guise that 'you'll thank me one day,' though it may linger more like canned spinach in their collective memories. They'll probably start tossing things at Morning Jacket during Black Medal if Pete Seeger doesn't try to cut the cables.  All in all, I think Dylan has mostly shown me the ability to smoke tobacco into your eighties is merely genetic, and Jewish Mn boys are among the heartiest. He's the original hipster. I'll be trippin' balls and probably fall into the bay. See y'all there!