Dylan fell asleep on my shoulder while we were at a family reunion at Foster's Clambake (and lobster, too!). It was very loud with cafeteria-style seating, high ceilings and even live music. He slept 35 minutes. I had just flown all night from SFO but suddenly my food no longer mattered.
It had been a looooong time (in the Dylanized sense of the term) since he had fallen asleep on my shoulder. Months.
Dad
Monday, August 07, 2006
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