The nation's oldest Death Row inmate probably won't ever be executed. But he sure loves to write letters.
South Florida's lawless exotic rental car industry keeps rolling.
In Texas, restitution for victims is nothing but a state-sanctioned sham.
If you thought Seattle couldn't fetishize coffee any more, you haven't been to a "cupping" yet.
Bob Dylan is an asshole. That's the impression left by Don't Look Back, the 1967 film that showed the troubadour humiliating a student journalist and committing other ungracious acts while touring England.
Martin Scorsese's documentary No Direction Home, released 38 years later, puts Dylan's behavior in context. Home depicts an artist under enormous pressure. When he wasn't getting booed for going electric, Dylan had to account for wearing Triumph motorcycle T-shirts.
Now in his 60s, Zimbo remains a restless, constantly touring figure. His 2004 autobiography, Chronicles: Volume One, and weekly satellite show, Theme Time Radio Hour, have revealed an articulate side that concertgoers seldom see. Live, he still lets the music do all the talking.
"Subterranean Homesick Blues" by Bob Dylan