Herman and Mildred were listening to Bob Dylan on the mighty bard’s eightieth birthday.
‘The grandchildren always get a kick out of our stories about the Newport Folk Festivals,’ she said.
Every once in a while, each of them would sneak a peak into the mirror, wondering wistfully if maybe it were possible to catch a glimpse of some imagined long ago resemblance to Dylan and Joan Baez.
‘To this day,’ Herman said, ‘I resent his switch to electric instruments at Newport in ’65.’
They went on to spend quite an enjoyable day reminiscing and having a good laugh.
Welcome back, and happy eightieth birthday Bob Dylan, to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #119 (#12 and 35?)