For a baby boomer, this USA Today article about the inexplicable failure to nominate Bob Dylan's Modern Times for a Best Album Grammy contains a little cognitive stunner:
Given the Grammys' fondness for veterans, Dylan's absence is befuddling.
Like Clint Eastwood, Dylan is navigating the late stage of his
remarkable career with stunning productivity and consistency.
If you'd told me in (say) 1966, the year The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly and Blonde on Blonde came out, that I'd be reading those two sentences in 2007, I'd have laughed in your face. Clint and Bob—not really inhabitants of the same universe.
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