Last Sunday was stake conference in my Latter-day Saint community. For Mormons of my caliber, stake conference is regarded as a “Get Out of Church Free Day.”
I’m not needed in my congregation’s library and therefore won’t disappoint anyone if I give it a pass. Conversely, most of my Latter-day Saint neighbors are at the stake center, which is some distance away.
Springsteen, Def Leppard, Journey and Heart take me back to police night watch, driving around, waiting for something bad to happen. “Dancing in the Dark” always reminds me of almost getting killed.
By 1990, the changes in my life’s soundtrack started to slow down.