I got such a chuckle when I heard on the news this morning about Bob Dylan's difficulty getting backstage in Portland, Oregon. It seems that the security company had three women in their 30's working the stage, and they were instructed NOT to let ANYONE backstage without a pass. So here comes Dylan, and he doesn't have a pass. The women won't let him through. (Can you imagine Dylan, "Do you KNOW who I am?")

He was so disgruntled, he wanted the women fired! The security company just put them on another job. But can you imagine? They ought to have been given pictures, I guess. It really puncutates the generation gap.

Margo, still chuckling