Bruce Springsteen dancing with his mom, and I'm going to see this man, rain or shine, tonight.

True, I have been monitoring the Philadelphia weather forecast for the past two weeks.  Also true:  Every single report has promised some kind of rain for tonight, perhaps even thundershowers.



Heck, I don't care.



I'm going to see Bruce.  Lifelong dream (to be fair, since age 18, starting on my third day as a Penn freshman, which, at my age, seems like a lifetime), and water will not thwart it.



LEVEL:  Field

SECTION: N

ROW: 7

SEAT: 1



I will be there.  Looking like a dork in a plastic poncho, if I have to.  But there, alive, Bruce before me.



Today, I prepare.  Listening to all his albums (I own each one) through.  Again. Olympic-style, dancing and crooning.



It's hard work, but somebody has to do it. 


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