Monday, September 3, 2012
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.
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.