While walking out of the farmer’s market Saturday, I ran into a oldish troubadour – he’s there every week – strumming his banjo and singing Dylan’s Jokerman. So I happily listened. At song’s end I mentioned to him that I had played Jokerman roughly a dozen times this week. He was surprised to hear that, thinking, I suppose, that it isn’t a song that most people are familiar with. By conversation’s end we were kindred spirits – in that moment anyway. But these days, I will take that!