September 29, 2004
GREETINGS FROM THE CRESCENT CITY
My day got started at about 4:30 a.m., when I showed up at Tampa International Airport. I walked up to a cashier at a magazine stand in the Delta airside and bought the Newsweek with Bob Dylan on the cover (seen at right in the moblog shot).
"Who is he?" the cashier asked me, missing his name in 72-point type on the cover. I cut her a break. It was early.
"Bob Dylan," I said, without a trace of sarcasm. I swear. This despite the fact I noted she was almost old enough to be Bob Dylan's sister.
She then asked, "Is he a singer?"
"Yes."
Again, no sarcasm. None whatsoever. If there were medals for affirmations lacking any kind of attitude, I would win hands down. I also made no illusions to his singing ability, or the lack thereof. I refrained from doing a Bob Dylan impression. Honestly. It was 4:30 a.m. No one needs that in their life at that hour.
"Oh," she said. "I didn't recognize him. Must be the hat."
When I read the article, it included an exerpt from his new book, in which he rants about how screwed up his life became because of fame.
Apparently, his devotees did not include magazine cashiers.
When I e-mailed this photo to my friend Larry in Washington D.C., he said, "I can't believe you didn't tell her he was Tom Petty's father. You're slipping."
Guilty as charged. Posted by Jeff at September 29, 2004 02:39 PM | TrackBack
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