My father was sparing with his comments but one day he quoted Bob Dylan, “I wish that for just one day you could stand in my shoes, you’d know what a drag it is to see you.” Positively 4th st. I walked out of the apartment and said to myself, “That’s what I am”, a song writer. I was 9 years old and the city was mine, the music was written for it, and the harmonica bounced like light off the wind shields and store fronts. Why do we waste our time with these Drunken politicians leaping onto the streets where mothers weep? If life is like a song, it’s one of Bob Dylan’s. Sophie B.