Nästan febrigt läser jag 11/22/63. Tidiga morgnar och sena kvällar på pendeltåget, alltid är det novembermörkt där utanför fönstret. Och alltid hör jag Bruce Dickinsons Born in '58 i huvudet.
Born in a mining town in '58
When black and white TV was up to date and men were still around
Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died
Justice and liberty, you can buy, but you don't get free
In a world of steel and glass, we bury our past
Bruce Dickinson – Born In '58
