When our sweet, embraceable son, Theo, was born last fall, my wife and I received many practical presents. But it was the gag gift – a vintage 45 single of Bruce Springsteen’s “Born in the U.S.A.” – that truly symbolized my long, eventful passage from a tumultuous adolescence to fatherhood at the age of 52.
I first saw Bruce on a summer’s night at Madison Square Garden in 1973. I was an overly sensitive 16-year-old with thick Coke-bottle glasses and a Buddha belly, desperate to crawl out of my own skin. Bruce let me become a character in one Read more