Matt and I were returning from Darylís on Thursday when our local classic rock station began playing Blinded by The Light by Bruce Springsteen. Iíve heard it a billion times and have never understood the line after the opening, ìBlinded by the light…î

ìMatt, listen,” I shouted, trying to get his attention, and not talk over the words, “what is that lyric?î

Matt has good ears, and I was confident Iíd finally get an answer. He missed it the first time but the line in question is in the chorus and gets replayed over and over.

ìThere it is again. It sounds like, ëWrapped up like a douching, another runner in the night.íî

ìThatís what I hear,î Matt replied. I think that is also why he didnít offer his opinion the first time.

ìBut it canít be douching in the night.î

ìLook it up on the internet when we get home.î Cold Matthew logic.

And I did, and what follows, especially if the same lyric has puzzled you, is side splitting.

It snowed yesterday, then it rained, then it all froze. If Monadnock had the same weather we are not getting to the top, but the photo ops for the snow board ride have gone way up.