Like most fans of Bob Dylan, I've been trying to figure him out for years. Looks like he has me figured out, at least to the point of knowing where I might stumble across his new album. Of course, a few years ago, he would have had to catch me in a bar or a bookstore. And in a few more . . . suppose they'll have a rack of his CDs at the assisted-living center?
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Just wait a little while, Leo; you won't have to drive to a Starbucks for Dylan's new album.
Remember comedian Steven Wright: One morning I woke up and there was a Starbucks in my closet.
Check your closet tomorrow morning.