The other night I saw God and it turns out he looks exactly like Bruce Springsteen.
I haven’t completely figured out if there’s a poetic meaning behind it all, but my 30th Springsteen concert was part of The River Tour, meaning he would be playing the entire iconic double album straight through before launching into another full set. I’d missed the original River Tour. I was too young to go to a show, a fact that didn’t comfort me in the least when my parents and my sister left the house and promised to bring me back a tee shirt. No joke: I remember almost nothing from the earliest part of my life – and when it comes to the night I had to miss the Bruce show, I can vividly recall the name of my babysitter and that the feety pajamas I was wearing were yellow.
I still have the shirt they brought me. It fits now. I’ve been to many shows since and I feel nothing but blessed for all of those perfect … Continue reading