Just finished a huge profile of Bruce Springsteen in The New Yorker (http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012/07/30/120730fa_fact_remnick) and was thinking how much I avoided the guy the whole time I was growing up in New Jersey. Maybe it was a rebel thing since my folks and seemingly everyone else in Jersey worshipped the Boss. At some point while I was in school in Philly my folks had an extra tix to his concert at what probably Veteran's Stadium and said, "C'mon, just come." And from that concert on I got it. We are alive, indeed.