From the L.A. Times:
Residents contend that the nighttime sea breeze sends a noxious odor from a portable toilet on Dylan’s property wafting into their homes. The stench has made members of one family physically ill and forced them to abandon their bedrooms on warm nights, they claim.
I don’t have much to say about this other than: gross. Plus, I bet Dylan is pissed that the blog author referred to his famous ’60s material as “protest songs.” Isn’t that notion what No Direction Home sought to correct?