"The great folk singer and songwriter, who I so loved to listen to frequently. My brother experienced Dylan early on in his career at the Gaslight in the Village, Manhattan. My brother, Jerry, once sold him a single rose when he was a floral designer at Park Florist located at 34th and Park Avenue in Midtown. This was shortly after Dylan had his serious motorcycle accident. Needless to say they never came in contact again.
"I remember when I was a freshman in high school I would give my personal translations of Dylan's lyrics to my friends, who waited with bated breath for each meaning of a Dylan song. I probably made things up as I went along giving my own very special interpretations!"
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