Some days I just can’t take reading or hearing the news. I mean how many stories can a person take about #DWIJudge, or #dumb thingstrumpsays, or reality shows, or worse: reality.
Minutes before the start of my son’s soccer game, I cried. I gasped for breath when I read the news that Michael Patrick Lynch had died. Michael was the Irondequoit teen who was struck by a car while crossing the street on his way to school.
The last sip of summer is a lovely phrase that embraces the beautiful reluctance of letting go the final carefree days of summer.
What happens when you spend an evening with Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band in the pit (standing room only area directly in front of the stage) with 650 fans? You become friends, listen and tell stories and ultimately share an incredible experience with Bruce.