Like a child that I was nurturing, like the child I knew was destined who grow up, with Born In The USA I stood helplessly by, watching Bruce turn the corner at the end of the street, ride out of sight, and into the arms of the world.  I was one of the few people who can actually claim to have seen Bruce before his record deal, I heard him own the Pony all night long, braved the elements to hear an electric and acoustic set at the Main Point, and flipped with sly satisfaction when a local radio station incorporated "Saint" into a station promo ... I suppose that I should feel lucky to have owned him for so long.  But after sixteen years, I guess it was time to let go, his cult status had slipped away.