A Day With Bob Dylanby John Cocks{■ muP£e4ccsWearing high heel boots, a tailored pea-jacket without lapels, pegged dungarees of a kind.of buffed azure, large sunglasses with squared edges, his dark, curly hair standing straight up on top and spilling over the upturned collar of his soiled white shirt, he caused a small stir when he got off the plane in Columbus. Businessmen nodded and smirked, the ground crew looked a little incredulous and a mother put a hand on her child’s head and made him turn away. Bob Dylan came into the terminal taking long strides, walking hard on his heels and swaggering just a little. He saw us, smiled a ner-vous but friendly smile, and came over to introduce himself and his companion, a lanky, unshaven man named Victor who looked 1 like a hip version of Abraham Lincoln. Dave Banks, who had or- ■ ganized the concert and who was Dylan’s official reception committee, led Dylan and Victor to baggage claim. Along the way, Victor asked us how far we were from the school and where he and Dylan would be spending the night. Learning that Banks had re- r served a room for them in a small motel seven miles from Kenyon, c he smiled a little and said “Tryin’ to keep us as far away from the 1 school as you can, huh?”!The trip back from the airport right before the concert,” he said, (Folksinger Bob Dylanwas a quiet one. Both men seem- “and they all came in sweaty ed rather tired, Dylan especially, and yellin’. Man, the audience 1 who was pale and nervous. He was full of football players—foot-said he was right in the middle ball players.” Banks mentioned ( of a big concert tour which had that Kenyon hadn’t won a single c been on for almost two months, football game all year, and both 1 and Victor reminisced about one men seemed enthusiastic. “Yeah? lt;memorable engagement in Cam- No kidden’?”, Dylan said, and iTurn to page 3, col. 1bridge. “They had this pep rally1: