Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine/Made of silver or of golden

a 1963 Valentine's Day card from Bob to Suze, and a 1961 photo of them two, inscribed on the back from him to her

Last night, I went to see Suze Rotolo read from her new memoir, A Freewheelin' Time: A Memoir of Greenwich Village in the Sixties, about her years with Bob Dylan. She exudes the same vitality and grace that won me so in No Direction Home, avoiding what could be a deeply awkward and conflicted legacy, as the confidante and paramour of "Bobby before he came Dylan" by evincing the very qualities which must have drawn him to her at the first. I'd like to be like her when I grow up, and Isabella Rossellini, too.