Springsteen

Not Bruce specifically. The Eric Church song. One of the lines seems to really resonate with me.  Allow me to share:

"Funny how a melody sounds like a memory. Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night. Springsteen."

Maybe it's the back to school time of year. Maybe it's the "School Daze" playlist on my iPod on repeat blasting horribly wonderful boy bands and angsty teenage songs.  Maybe it's just part of getting older. Whatever it is, I've been overly nostalgic for my high school/college years.

Which makes ABSOLUTELY no sense.

Ask anybody who knew me then or has heard me talk about these times now and they would think you were lying if you told them I missed high school. As a matter of fact, if someone told me I would feel this way 3 or 4 years ago, I would have laughed in their crazy face.

But as I was driving to work this morning, I thought about my high school group of friends. An incredible group of ladies! An artist/art restorer in Europe, an educator, a pharmacy tech, a mother (which is by far the most astonishing!), and a...well...me! As I'm driving with my window down trying to work on my farmers tan on my left arm, I all the sudden think of planning a reunion sleepover for the whole gang. This-of course- is impossible. Mostly because of things like distance, schedules, and families to work around. However, under ideal conditions, I wouldn't be above raiding my mother's house to have a stay-up-all-night-pretzel-eating-soda-drinking-truth-or-dare-playing-movie-making birthday bash! Or it could be at L's house- and I would do the cinnamon challenge against her again (and win again!). Or at M's while listening to The Who or The Beegees on vinyl while playing poker. Or at R's  and play the guitar on her mom's front porch or ride around in the back of her dad's truck under a countless number of stars as the heat lightning  jumped and danced on the horizon.

Maybe I'm just trying to relive a simpler time. Before I had bills, and a job, and other ridiculous adult responsibilities.

It really was a great time. I'm blessed to have had a group of freaks that I could relate with. The group may have disbanded to grow up, but now I've got another great group who embrace the chaos of knowing me.  And that's a fair trade if there ever was one.

"Even though you're a million miles away, when you hear Born in the USA , do you relive those Glory Days so long ago?  When you think about me, do you think about 17? Do you think about my old jeep? Think about the stars in the sky? Funny how a melody sounds like a memory. Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night. Springsteen."