In a Springsteen sort of mood

Now I am very aware that I've made my true and everlasting love for The Boss very well known here, but I thought, since it was a very lazy weekend (on my part-- Mate and Chicken ran a 5K and did dance rehearsal) which featured a trip to see Karate Kid (but alas, not the A-Team), I could wax rhapsodic a little on The Boss.

When I was in eighth grade, I had, as it were, a friend beyond my social circle. In a big way.

Her parents were lobbyists, she lived in a big assed amazing house in Lincoln...