July 12 had finally arrived, and there we were at the Toledo Zoo amphitheater for the long-awaited Bob Dylan concert. As our tickets revealed, our seats were in row W. The seats were not individual chairs but, rather, spots on benches. While I tried to find our seats, I made the joke that there we were, looking for the "group W bench." A person a few rows down laughed. He understood the allusion I had made to "Alice's Restaurant" by Arlo Guthrie, a song released in 1967. It was then I knew that I was taking my place among a very different group of people my people.
Besides the fellow who understood my joke about the group W bench, I spotted many with gray hair. Others had visibly dyed hair with gray roots. There were quite a few gray ponytails and balding heads. Of course, there were younger people, too some accompanied by parents who grew up in the '60s, and some on their own. But most had been around when Bob Dylan first became a star. We had come to see one of our heroes.