Anna pointed out that the latest AARP Magazine has a section about Bob Dylan. I started reading it. It appears to be a collections of short notes and short articles about Bob Dylan. One short is about the song BLOOD ON THE TRACKS and it has 1993as a header.
1993?
Wait! That is not when it first came out.
How I know:
In the morning, Spring 1975 I was driving home from the Atlanta Post Office. I worked the night shift and otf at 8:30 am. About 9 am in Mapleton I was on Gordon Road crossing Bankhead Highway under a green light in my Grimlin and WHAM! A pickup truck ran the red light and t-Boned me on the driver’s side.
The force of the collision caved in my driver’s door and knocked me on the other seat. The Grimllin landed upside down. The guy that hit me went through his pickup’s windshield which probably killed him instantly.
I don’t think seat belts were the law then. The driver’s side was crushed in. Before it was crushed in it knocked me on the other side. On the other hand, the driver of the pickup truck went through the windshield, which killed him. He wasn’t wearing a seatbelt either. In the same wreck there is an argument for and against seatbelts.
I landed upside down in a McDonald’s parking lot. I remember when my car stopped bouncing and skidding Bob Dylan’s BLOOD ON THE TRACKS was playing on the radio.
People came running out of McDonald’s to see if they could help and I’m sure to gawk. I don’t know if they tried to move me or what.
I do remember, hanging upside down managing to get my Marboro pack out and lit up a cigarette. Just as I exhaled one time the cigarette was jerked out of my mouth by an ambulance driver.
The pickupr driver was sick and was driving to the drugstore to pickup his medicine. They believed he blacked out.
They called my wife Anna at work and she dropped everything and came to the ER at Cobb General on Austell Road.
She was pregnant with our first born, who was born October the 1sr, 1975.
After they gave me pain pills and got the broken glass out of my hair Anna had to go back to work. She called her mother to come and pick me up to carry me home.
Then, I was sitting in the waiting room in a wheelchair waiting on my mother-in-law to pick me up when a tall young man came into the waiting room and sat down. Then an older lady came in and sat down. The older lady looked around and saw me sitting and asked me what happened and I told her and told her I was waiting for someone to pick me up. Then she walked around the waiting room and saw the tall young man sitting, The older woman asked the young man was he there to pick me (pointing at m) up? He looked at me and said no. Then she explained her reasoning why she thought I might be the one he was looking for.
Then she sat down. After several minutes the tall young man got up and wandered around and walked behind her and started bending over like he pecking her head. He made faces fat the back of her head, gestures, and pecking, sort of. Being high on pain medicine from the wreck I got the giggles.
And that is why BLOOD ON THE TRACKS was not in 1993. Actually, I Googled it today and it was released early in 1975.
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