The Boss

When I was young, I thought Bruce Springsteen was an idiot, and so were the people who listened to him. Right, Dan? He would always say "mister" or "sir" at the end of a line, and sing about a steel mill that had either closed or was about to close. Is that why they called him the Boss? Because it seems like if everyone is losing their jobs, who cares if he's the boss?

Which brings me to today's lesson. Preamble to this is that as an adult, I get the music. I think it's incredible. So today I saw an appeal on the back of a bus, recruiting drivers who could make a certain amount of money. Let's just say it was a lot less than I make. So I got to thinking about how lucky I am (see previous blog post for more info). Get to the point, you might say. OK, here it is. I find it ironic that I listen to a guy who is a millionaire tens, if not hundreds of times over, sing about poverty to make me feel appreciative of my material wealth. Ponder that one for a minute.

Anyway, back to my real source of wealth the point of this blog - mi familia. Or at least one part of it, this boy... prepping for his career in IT with multiple screens going at once.

Or is that his career in martial arts? Picture one: "I'm looking at you... you're bigger than me... you know what I'm gonna do?"

"This."

Not that material wealth is the point. A Facebook meme told me so. Wealth is being happy with what you have, or something like that. The album, by the way, is Nebraska, which was apparently recorded in his bedroom on a shoestring budget. Figures, the boss and me, with all our material wealth, would find pleasures in the simplest things in life. Like these two, sitting in the door in the mansion on the hill (look it up). Alexis and Eva, you will appear in a post real soon, I promise.