Every Sunday morning I get up earlier than the rest of the house. It’s my day off and a chance to sit and drink my coffee without having to rush out to work. I’ve been working a lot of overtime so this is a gift. I am a Jersey girl, most Sundays I listen to Bruce Springsteen on Pandora. Today it has me thinking about just what does his music mean to me? It reminds me of a simpler time in the world, when I was a kid and things weren’t so hectic and scary, the way they are now.

I wish my kids had grown up the way I did, out riding my bike all day with my friends, playing manhunt when it got dark, laying on the beach in the summer with my cousins listening to Bruce. Those were the days when you had to carry your boom box around to listen to music, or if you were very lucky you had a Walkman.

There was no streaming and we didn’t know what we were missing, we got excited to hear our favorite song on the radio. If you wanted to tape it, you had to wait till it came on and hope the DJ didn’t talk through the best parts. We went to Rocky Horror at midnight on Friday night and cruised around on Saturday night down in Seaside.I’m grateful to have this convenience to cue up any song I want (Jungleland) to drink my coffee to or clean my house but god damn those were good times too!!!