Tomorrow morning I’m leaving for home. Bob Dylan is playing Northrop Auditorium at the University of Minnesota on election night after the polls close and I want to be there. I figure “The Times They Are A-Changin’” will never be less cliché in my lifetime, and besides he’s not getting any younger.

My car is full with all my stuff and Nick will be coming along. He probably won’t go to the concert. I just figure there’s nothing left to do here in Spokane. I don’t know where I’ll be or where I’d like to be a month from now, or two months from now or a year. But I had a pretty good idea for Tuesday, and these days it seems like you might as well act on any certainty you can muster.