A Crown Jewel of a Show: King Bob and Queen Joni

I REALLY WOULDN'T know what to say to Bob Dylan if I bumped into him again. I suppose I could talk about our one-time mutual acquaintances, but then he's discarded so many of us, that might not be a good idea. Some time ago, after Bob and I hadn't seen each other for a while, he summoned me backstage when news of a book I'd published on a Xerox hit the front pages of the underground press. What that conversation amounted to was approximately this: I said something like he was still wowing 'em and he said something like so was I. Probably, I'm still too much overwhelmed by Bob's power, but the truth is I don't know when or if anybody will ever outwow Bob.