I imagine when Bob Dylan sang this tune at the famous Cafe Wha? on Macdougal Street that many a woman approached him later that night at the bar. They may have said something like, “Hi Bob, will you take me home? You don’t even have to sleep with me — we can just hold each other.”

Or perhaps one of the gentelemen smoking a corn cob pipe and wearing a knit hat approached him sheepishly and said, “Uh, hey man, that line about living in a dream. Well, I know what you’re talking about, and sometimes I feel that way too.”

Here’s to yesterday.