A night with The Boss
I've seen Bruce Springsteen around a dozen times, and he never disappoints. On my road trip to Chicago, the two coolest wingmen ever and a night we'll not soon forget
We were somewhere around Roselawn, Ind., near the edge of the Ponderosa Sun Club nudist colony, when the drugs began to take hold.
OK, that’s not entirely true. But I’ve always idolized late gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson, who wrote a similar first paragraph in his book “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.” The truth is, I took the cannabis edible shortly after passing the White Sox stadium (whatever they’re calling it now) on the way up to Wrigley Field for the Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band concert Wednesday.
And when I say we, I’m not counting my decidedly non-gonzo but eminently cool travel mates, sports radio’s Jake Query and my new friend, Michael Weir, who sings and plays guitar for the band, The Elect. I brought enough of a stash for the whole group – I like to share -- but they weren’t of a mind to partake, and even if they had, I wouldn’t mention here in a public forum. But they didn’t. If it matters.
Me, though? Let’s pre-game, bay-bee.