Tom Paxton doesn't like to look back too long, for fear of turning into dust. It is okay, he says, to glance backward every so often, but do not stare. Yet for an hour in late August, Paxton appears happy talking about what happened a thousand yesterdays ago, before he and his friends became entries in history books -- back when Bob Dylan was just a friend, struggling on the coffeehouse circuit, when musicians sang about war, race and rent, and when idealists swung guitars like swords from streets and stages. "I don't feel we were living in history," Paxton says, "but we never took any... More >>>