Long ago,--perhaps seven years--for my 60th birthday, my children bought me front row center tickets to the Dylan concert at the University of Maryland. They flew my best friend into town and had a limo pick us up and drive us to the concert. I could not imagine a more wonderful present. When Dylan was about to come on stage, crowds of people left their seats and started to mill around the middle aisle. Although asked to return to their seats, no one did. He did come out and started to perform. I saw five minutes of his extraordinary performance. I held on as long as I could because I knew this was likely to be a once-in-a lifetime event for me. His eyes were such an amazing, bright blue -- sharp and lit from within. As the crowd continued to surge forward, I became too frightened to remain -- by then I was pressed against the stage. It was only a few minutes but I cherish it. At 68, I look forward to finding another concert in Baltimore or Las Vegas as these are the places my grandchildren are. My journey started in Harvard Square, the Club 47, and I look forward to one more chance.