An explanation of the soul of a Jersey girl

Sometimes, you read something that just explains who you are, right down to your core.

Growing up on the Jersey shore, I have a passionate allegiance to my state, and particularly to the area in which I grew up. In that area, it's almost blasphemous not to have at least a basic appreciation for a certain Boss.

That said, there are those who have only experienced the "Born in the U.S.A." Springsteen (and yes, you know who you are). Or who only know the one that shows up on the cover of Rolling Stone.

Yes, I am a fan of his music. A huge fan. But I am even more of a fan of his ability to put pictures into words then into music, all at the same time, with such ease and authenticity.

But I just read Springsteen's N.J. Hall of Fame acceptance speech, and was overwhelmed by how much it describes what New Jersey means to me, and to my love for all things Jersey, good and bad.

What particularly sang to me was this:

"So anyway . . . you get a little older now, you get those crisp fall days that come in September and the beginning of October. My friends and I, we slip into that cold water of that Atlantic Ocean. These days, you take note that there's a few less of your friends swimming alongside of you as each year passes.

But something about being in one place your whole life, they're all still around you, in the water. And I look towards the shore, and I see my son and my daughter, pushing their way through the waves, and on the beach there's a whole batch of new little kids running away from the crashing surf. Like time itself.That's what New Jersey is for me. It's a repository, now, of just my time on earth. My memory, the music I've made, friendships, my life, it's all buried here, at this point, in a box, somewhere in the sand, down on the Jersey Shore. And I can't imagine having it any other way."

That is what New Jersey is to me.