I had put my convertible top down about a mile ago. After the four hour drive in the midday sun, it was cool enough now to allow the feel of the outdoor air and the pre-set sun. My GPS showed one more stoplight and a half mile to go before I'd come to Kingsley Street. I shuffled my car stereo player to Bruce's "Darkness On The Edge Of Town" and skipped to the third track, Something In The Night. My memory flashed back 22 summers ago to 2002, when my best friend and fellow Springsteen fanatic Mike and I did the same thing. The difference being it was a cassette tape we popped in and not a cd. We had to stop at the beginning of the street before we could proceed, waiting to hit the right spot on the cassette tape before we pressed play. On this day, by myself, the timing was perfect, there was no waiting.
