The fireworks are hailin’ over your Little Eden tonite, sending my mind back on a trip back to hot boardwalks and a Trenton Pork Roll sub. Danny, we were talking all about you tonight. Eight of us went out (You know where we went) and we were remembering being 18 in summer — all the shit we did. Asbury Park. We are all 60 now, some 61, 62. We are still proud to be from home down the shore. We miss you, man. We’re keeping your secrets safe.