(A meditation on Mariano Rivera, Cooperstown and a tenuous link with Bruce Springsteen)

It’s June of 2011 and we’re sitting in a diner in Cooperstown, New York, waiting for our orders to be served when “4^th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)” by Bruce Springsteen begins to play on the jukebox. Now this is a song I’ve listened to a thousand times but this afternoon, it seems so right and seems to capture exactly the spirit of our trip across New York State.

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