Well, Dylan is lucky he wasn't walking down the street in neighboring Red Bank. He probably would have spent the night in the slammer.

There's been a rivalry between the two towns for years, commemorated in the song about the Long Branch branch of a bank in Red Bank as I recall.

I used to take a stout 6-foot stick with me when I went walking the neighborhood in the evening, but that was in a rural village in Ethiopia and there were hungry hyaenas prowling about.

In the States I seldom take more than a cellphone.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble