The incident began at 5 p.m. when a resident said a man was wandering around a low-income, predominantly minority neighborhood several blocks from the oceanfront looking at houses.
The police officer drove up to Dylan, who was wearing a blue jacket, and asked him his name. According to Woolley, the following exchange ensued:
"What is your name, sir?" the officer asked.
"Bob Dylan," Dylan said.
"OK, what are you doing here?" the officer asked.
"I'm on tour," the singer replied.
A second officer, also in his 20s, responded to assist the first officer. He, too, apparently was unfamiliar with Dylan, Woolley said.
The officers asked Dylan for identification. The singer of such classics as "Like a Rolling Stone" and "Blowin' in the Wind" said that he didn't have any ID with him, that he was just walking around looking at houses to pass some time before that night's show.
The officers asked Dylan, 68, to accompany them back to the Ocean Place Resort and Spa, where the performers were staying. Once there, tour staff vouched for Dylan.
The officers thanked him for his cooperation.
"He couldn't have been any nicer to them," Woolley added.
I'm glad Mr. Dylan was nice to the police; otherwise he might have been arrested, too.
Meanwhile, shocked baby boomers all over America are coming to grips with a painful fact: their heroes and icons are already unrecognized, not by mere children, but by adults (albeit young ones) in positions of authority. Pretty soon the only "Woodstock" anyone will remember is the late Charles Schulz's funny little yellow bird--and that, only because of the longevity of Peanuts and the brilliant marketing of its characters.