Asbury Park

I lived near Asbury Park when I was 15-17, the perfect age to live on the Jersey Shore in its heyday with the boardwalk, the amusement park, the bars that let us in even though we were under 18, the music. Oh, the music: Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band playing at the Stone Pony so close you could sit there with your boots propped up on the stage and it was like he was singing right to you. And then the next day you’d see him walking down the boardwalk and he’d tip his cap and smile and say hey. Southside Johnny and Beaver Brown. All the lone singers out on the boardwalk strumming and singing to the sweet night air, the surf softly pounding a few feet away. I saw things on that boardwalk I’d never seen before and will never see again. It’s a hard to get a place like that out of your blood, even though it’s long gone and far away.

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