Hey kid, you think that’s oil?Man, that ain’t oil, that’s blood. I didn’t make it down the shore this weekend, but I did manage to listen to lots of Bruce. I sat there on the orange couch with the sun coming through the windows, coffee and a newspaper at my side, listening to Greetings From Asbury Park, reading about the Gulf of Mexico and feeling a little helpless. The hi-fi sounded great and the music made me feel better. But the music couldn’t do a thing about the oil. The paper says the oil is spewing into our ocean at a rate of one Exxon Valdez disaster every ten days—one Exxon Valdez disaster every ten days—and it’s going to keep on flowing until August, at least.
