I once ran into Aly Bain going into the ladies room as I was leaving. He gave me a charming smile as I scuttled out the door, considerably confused, to say the least. I eventually located the miniscule sign stating that due to remodeling, the ladies room had temporarily become the men's room. Oops.

I also once had a guitar lesson from Michael Smith (too bad it didn't take). Many years ago, Muddy Waters tried to pick up my husband's date in a bar in Chicago, and Mike Bloomfield used to play in his living room. But the real kicker was when my husband declined to go to a CORE party because instead of the usual free admission, they were charging $.50 for the live entertainment. His roommate went, and when he got back, my husband asked how it was. "Not bad," the guy replied. "There was some singer named Dylan something or other."