Some may say I'm corny for my infatuation with him, but it really is more than that. It's the fact that his music, his words pulled me into caring about other people. He simply writes like I want to write and I've taken many cues from lyrics so profound.
A song rarely played song on the radio is perhaps the anthem that defines me best: He's Missing from The Rising. From the loss of my father before I was born to those months following our collective loss after September 11, 2001, I knew the pain that children born to the widows of that day would face. It provoked me to write, to attempt to understand and to find common ground in grief.
I know that today I won't have time to say these things to you, Bruce. I still feel that I'm talking to one of my buddies from the seventies and eighties who drove the streets of a river town hoping that some day we'd make it out of there.
And so, I will say thank you in person, snap a picture, get my signed copy of your memoir and go home to live my life a little richer for the experience of meeting you in person.