Saturday, September 20, 2025
Time: 12:02 AM
Song: Long Time Comin’
Artist: Bruce Springsteen
Mode of Consumption: Driving home from Moline after concert.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/0E5eM3bcpUhvaqVs0RwBB1?si=d7cd79afac8344bc
Jodi drifted in and out of sleep as we travelled through the dark roads of rural Whiteside County. I’m left to the road and the music playing through the speakers.
I suppose there are hundreds of songs and stories about driving at night. I have a few of my own.
A decade ago, I used drive home after midnight nearly every night of the week. Eyes tired, mind buzzing after putting together another sports section.
I remember one time, it was the middle of winter, probably January or February. I think it was in the first year or two of our marriage, I was coming home on Fulfs Road, which runs east and west. There was a blanket of icy snow covering the ground, and a bank of dark clouds to the west.
Suddenly, on this very cold night, a bolt of lightning flashed from the clouds. It hit the sky and then reflected off the snow, and my entire field of vision turned white. It lasted less than a second, but it’s something that I never forget.
I always think about how few people shared that moment. Most everyone else was sleeping in their beds when that happened. It makes me wonder how many unique things happen and no one ever sees them.
I made it home that night, and I remember telling Jodi about it, but I don’t think I really had the words to describe it.
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