SS: These are the good years for Jim and me. It's spring, the time to try new things. So Jim and I started taking Zoloft. We just wanted to know what it felt like. So we bought some online from a Honduran drugstore called And it's wonderful. It makes us feel like safe and supported. All our anxiety is gone. So we sold our son's motorcycle, quick, while he's still in jail. And took a trip to Washington to visit the Smithsonian and the big exhibit on Bob Dylan.

TR: Look, Barb. The lyrics to Blowin' in the Wind. I always thought it was about insects. "The ants are my friends." It's not.

SS: No, it's "The answer, my friends." You didn't know that?

TR: I thought it was about little tiny bugs blowing in the wind.

SS: Oh, Jim.

TR: I liked it better the other way.

SS: What's this display here? "Bob Dylan's First Song"? Look. You can press this button and listen.


If you're lonely and you know it write a song
If you're lonely and you know it write a song
If you're lonely and you know it then you're probably a poet
If you're lonely and you know it write a song

SS: Let's go, Jim. Let's go look at the National Portrait Gallery or something.

TR: He's seventy years old, Barb. The voice of our youth. Seventy.

SS: It comes right after 69, Jim. Which comes right after 32.

TR: Bob Dylan ---- seventy. The Sixties are over.

SS: Right. And when the sixties are over, you're 70. It's always been like that. Jim, I wonder if you're getting enough ketchup. Ketchup contains natural mellowing agents that help us live in the moment. Right here and now. Okay. Try.

These are the good times
For the nouveau riche
At a beachfront cottage
A wolfhound on the leash
Life is flowing
Like ketchup on your quiche.

GK: Ketchup, for the good times

RD: Ketchup, ketchup.