A flipped propane tanker, a detour through downtown Newark (surprisingly busy during rush hour), and then an hourlong line of traffic leading to an overpriced parking lot. But here I am, at the Meadowlands, cursing the lack of public transit in this colossal suburban wasteland, an hour early for the quintessential Rustbelt cultural experience: a Bruce Springsteen concert.
Traffic frustrations aside, the atmosphere is convivial here. Lots of boomers and near boomers gathered to listen to the Boss in his home state. On this tour, Springsteen has been playing 30 song sets--so I'm expecting a rocking night.
My friends and their precious cargo--beer and sandwiches--are almost here. Peace from the heart and soul of the Garden State.