When I was a kid, my parents were older than the parents of most of my friends, making me the odd one out (in, yet another way). Come to my house and there’d be Sinatra on the radio.  Go to my best friend’s house and her mom would be listening to Springsteen. Always Springsteen.  She was one of those crazy fans who wore, On the 8th Day God Created Bruce t-shirts.

One of my clearest childhood memories is riding in her car, in the rain, and listening to this song.  And having her scream at us, like a crazy woman, to roll down the windows. Because that’s what you were supposed to do every time Bruce said, “roll down the windows.”

Fast forward to college and Friday night happy hours with 10 cent wings and $2 pitchers (<3 cheap dives in crappy college towns), we played it over and over on the jukebox (and then stood and danced on our chairs). 

This is going to be one of my favorite songs until the day I die.

ps Yeah, this doesn’t really belong on this blog. Whatever.

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