by Marianne Farley, North Wales, PA

I was working in Harrisburg, PA at the time. My dad was terminally ill and I had been spending every weekend since April driving back to Philly to spell my mom. By August, I was pretty well spent. We were having a torrential rain storm this one Monday afternoon – no end in sight. On the radio, the DJ announced that due to the weather, someone had called the station giving up their 2 front row center seats for the Dylan show that night at Hershey Arena (an outdoor venue). I didn’t think twice, dialed the station and got the tickets! The rain never let up, but Dylan came out and played close to 2 hours. It seemed like he sang every song straight to me. Standing there with all of that rain coming down, listening and watching him play for the first time, was healing, cleansing, exhilarating. What a night! When my dad passed away later that week, I was sitting by his side, holding his hand and in a place of peace and quiet. Thank you, Mr. Dylan.