Grappling With a Monday Morning Springsteen Conundrum (or Two)

One is clearly more pressing than the other

Bruce understands (Image: Wikimedia Commons)

I don’t normally do a lot of pondering, reflecting, or thinking in general on a Monday morning. Even though I write pretty much every day of the week now, four decades of Monday through Friday jobs have conditioned me to simply try to survive Mondays with as little thought as possible. But as we transition out of the month during which we in the Catholic Church focus on those who have gone on before us and into the month preparing for Christmas, I have been smacked with a parting conundrum regarding my eternity. Two, actually, but one is infinitely more important.

I say conundrum rather than the more popular “dilemma” because a dilemma is a choice between two equally undesirable things, and that is not the case here. It is quite impossible for any choice involving Bruce Springsteen to be even remotely undesirable. But enough pontificating; here’s my Monday conundrum. Earlier this month I published the following piece after finally getting my funeral/burial situation sorted so my kids don’t have to worry about it and can just get drunk at the wake, tell funny stories about me, and play Springsteen songs.