Rob Smith
When Dylan was 10 years old, his music teacher died, succumbing to cancer that had remitted for years, before cruelly returning and finally taking her. I was preparing to teach a night class when I found out – my wife texted me – so it was after 9:00 that evening...
Rob Smith
One afternoon when Dylan was around 15, he and I got into my car to run an errand together. I turned the stereo on, preparing to load a CD by the Who. Aretha Franklin’s “Respect” was playing on the radio. “That’s Aretha Franklin,” Dylan noted. “Yes, it is,” I replied....
Rob Smith
Once, my wife Sarah was away overnight for one or another reason, and I agreed to let Dylan, all of three years old at the time, sleep with me in our room. It was something I disagreed with in principle—we had dealt with long bouts of his unwillingness to go to bed...
