WCWC # 5: A Baldwin Brother?

My little sister Melissa and I adore Bob Dylan. So, when we heard he was touring the country’s baseball parks our attendance was guaranteed. Dylan scheduled a show in Oklahoma City, and Willie Nelson was set to open for him.


We arrived at the venue early. Early enough to place our little blanket right smack in front of the stage. Unfortunately, we had grossly underestimated the enthusiasm of Willie’s Groupies. So, after being stepped on, elbowed and cursed at, we determined to move our little island back from the stage. The decision was a good one. For the rest of the show we kicked back and peacefully took in beautiful music under a starry sky. Willie was phenomenal and Bob electrified, as always.

Following the show, the two of us began walking back to the parking lot, lost in some passionate debate over Bob’s set list. Out of the corner of my eye I saw two men walking toward us at an extremely rapid pace. Before Melissa even noticed, one of them was at her side.

So, what did you think of Bob? He inquired.


I immediately recognized that the young man was Luke Wilson, famous as much for his brother, Owen, as for
The Royal Tennenbaums & AT&T commercials.

My dear, sweet, beautiful sister, having consumed several cheap stadium beers, stood staring, mouth agape for several seconds. When she finally gathered her composure she blurted out, “OH, I know YOU . . that’s right, you’re a . . yeah . . YOU ARE A BALDWIN BROTHER.”