I discovered music in high school. It started with Barry Manilow (yes, I did just admit that) and Bill Joel, but soon Bruce Springsteen took center stage. I have vivid memories of long summer nights with friends hanging out outside of our houses and singing Bruce’s latest hits at the top of our lungs. Not sure the neigh

While I was contemplating posting the lyrics to "Monday, Monday,"  I thought the following would be more fun.  The first concert I went to was BTO when I was in tenth grade. And while I thought these lyrics were fun then, they mean something entirely different to me thirty-five years later:

Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is our whenever we're together There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of

I have three favorite songs.

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I don't know where it was, or if it's real...but it was on Facebook so at least it's cause for hope.  A blurb on Facebook posted that somewhere drivers can now be ticketed for sitting in the left lane and holding up traffic.    

It is a rite of passage for a 16 year old to go down to DMV for that coveted driver’s permit. A day filled with excitement and anticipation. Imagine your horror when you go to look for your permit one day and realize it’s not there.