The Friday Morning Listen: Bruce Springsteen - The Rising - Page 2

And then I felt paralyzed by grief. It's written that this kind of thing comes in waves. There's truth in that. It does. And the waves can knock you right on your ass.

For a good part of the rest of the day, I found the anger rising. Not in my own situation, or in what had transpired with my dad, but in other people. The level of senseless complaint was amazing. Sure, it's nothing new. Folks complain about stuff all the time, especially now that the Internet gives them a ready conduit. Normally, I'm all about the conduit. Yesterday? Maybe not. The usual whining about politics, though I did manage to avoid most of it, went beyond wasted thought. The bitching about the Springsteen setlist seemed even more pathetic than usual. Oh, he played "Waiting On A Sunny Day." Yes, that's just fucking terrible now, isn't it? Right.

There was one bright spot. A tweet came in proclaiming that spring had arrived in Scotland.

And so it has.

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