Happy Birthday, Bob.

The genius, the magician, the one and only Bob Dylan turns 66 today. I’m afraid there’s only left overs for dinner tonight, Bob. But you never show up, so I didn’t make anything special. Still, if you do manage to come by my house tonight, I could throw together a cake. (The RLA is out tonight, too. It’s Boys’ Night Out at the Casita des Zapatos.)

My door is always open, if you’re in the neighborhood.

Love you forever, Miz Shoes.