• THOUGHTS

    Wilted flowers and lazy afternoon hours….

    Almost anyone who knows me well has heard my story about the first time I heard Springsteen. I was 12 and we lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere and too far from anywhere for a kid to do anything at the weekend except listen to the radio and read. We didn’t have a T.V. so once my chores were done and homework was taken care of, those were my two favorite pastimes: music and books. One afternoon I was listening to Casey Kasem’s American Top 40 – the local station got it – and The River album was being released. The first song I heard was Sherry…