My brother's birth is somewhat legendary. Twenty-one years ago this morning, Sam was born to Tambourine Man, among other Bob Dylan tunes. Why Dylan? Well, my dad is the world's biggest Dylan fan. The only thing that could be better than having your son born on your idol's birthday is this: my mom's doctor was also a Dylan nut, and he ran out to his car to grab what would become the soundtrack to Sam's birth.
Nowadays, when Sam lets his fro grow, he's a dead ringer for the young Bob Dylan. It doesn't hurt that he can also sing and play multiple instruments. My father, as you can imagine, is very proud.
Happy Birthday, tambourine boy!
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