>It's quite amusing to be accused of political incorrectness. That's a first.
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>ROF,L and LOL!!!!!!

The things that amuse you I don't understand. If that wasn't an early Bob Dylan lyric it should have been.

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Now here is one of my goofy ideas. (Yeah, I know, there are many of those). I would like to send you an early Dylan CD. It remains a classic of the folk-rock genre, his most overtly political protest album. Not with the idea of changing your views, just an olive branch. You are chosen at semi-random as the recipient. I really hate discord, even if some think otherwise, and am not enjoying the personal comments. I would like to put it behind me. I'm man enough to admit I am sometimes weak and heedless and words can hurt me. I guess Real American Men aren't supposed to say things like that. Anyway, this is the one I have in mind --

http://www.amazon.com/Times-They-Are--Changin/dp/B0009MAP9A/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1308139268&sr=8-1

Looking through the song list, "Boots of Spanish Leather" unexpectedly catches my eye. It's a love song, not a protest song. .Its origins were described in a recent obituary of Suze Rotolo, his girlfriend at the time. (The famous album cover -- http://jpgmag.com/news/2011/02/suze-rotolo-subject-of-famous-dylan-album-cover-dies-at-67.html). They were both young, very young, and she had gone off to Italy. He wanted her to come back and she wouldn't. Dylan is by no means known as a writer of love songs but in this one he is young, lovelorn, vulnerable. I'm not sure he has let himself be vulnerable since. I hope he went to her funeral. I can picture him slipping in a little late, sitting in the back, his features obscured.

Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landing ?

No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean.

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona ?

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin'
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin' ?

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I would want today
I would want again tomorrow.

I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin'
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I'm sure your mind is roamin'
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you're goin'.

So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there's something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.