We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
To Ramona, from 1965. He wants to help Ramona, but he can't. It's about love, and politics, I think. Such confidence and authority, for a young kid. An old soul, born that way. And gals said he had bedroom eyes. Intellectual and soul charisma.
"There's no one to mistreat you, no one to defeat you 'cept the thought of yourself feeling bad..."
Bird Dog, you seem to be the resident expert on Bob Dylan. Several years ago there was a video available on YouTube of Bob performing "When the Night Comes Falling From the Sky" in Australia. It was a particularly dynamic performance for Bob, very aggressive even. I assume there was a problem with copyright issues or something because it has since disappeared. Any idea where a person might find that video?