I took my dad to see Bob Dylan. An old hippie, he was a pretty happy puppy. We had front row seats, and during the "watchtower" I looked back to find him sitting in his seat, with his eyes closed, as he had done for much of the concert. When I asked him why his eyes were closed, he said that to see Dylan again was something that he had never thought we would do -- and that he was savouring the moment. Whenever I hear the "watchtower" I can still see my dad -- sitting their with his eyes closed, in the best seat in the house, seeing more than anyone could ever know.