From the archives of the Perhaps Too Much Personal Information Department:
I’m not much of a crier.
But sometimes.
Like most people, out of abject grief. As last week, when I learned that Carbon, younger brother from another mother of my beloved, recently passed beagle Abbey, expired in the arms of my stepson Sam on a midnight run to the vet.
Like some people, at moments of grateful joy. Which most often is attendant with my great loves, Rock & Roll and Louisville Cardinal hoops.
At hallowed Freedom Hall one night when Springsteen did a hauntingly spare rendition of anthemic “Thunder Road,” with just Danny Federici on keys.