As a child of the ’60s, roadside stops were practically a sacred ritual. My parents would pile us into the old Vista Cruiser station wagon, where you could sit all the way in the back, facing oncoming traffic, for epic drives to Florida. The back trunk-style pull-up seats had about as much legroom as my shoebox filled with baseball cards, G.I. Joes, Matchbox cars, and my Batman utility belt, in other words, holy tight space, Batman; your knees practically touched your chin. Y

Sometimes there’s a little crossover between my two worlds, the one where I write about baseball over at KinersKorner.com , and the one here, where I ramble about music, movies, TV, and whatever random shit that happens to pop into my head. This story happens to live right in that sweet spot between the Mets and the band Lawrence. I only came to know Lawrence through my son Josh, who works for the Mets and has what scouts would call “plus-plus taste in music.” (I like to thin

Aside from my writing over on KinersKorner.com about baseball, I like to kick back here on my author site and tackle a little movie or TV review now and then. So, spoiler alert: if you haven’t seen A House of Dynamite yet, bookmark this, go watch it, then come back and yell at me in the comments. Now that’s out of the way, I have to say how utterly, catastrophically, jaw-droppingly disappointed I am in this film. And let me tell you, my expectations were high. Kathryn Bigelo

Some of you know I’ve been a Springsteen fan for as long as I can remember. One of the first concerts I ever took my wife to , back when we were still dating , was Bruce’s No Nukes concert, the moment he truly arrived on the national stage. That night cemented something for both of us: the music, the energy, the sense that Bruce was telling important stories, too. My obsession with him has only deepened over the years . I once wrote a college paper comparing The Price You Pay

Back in 2010, I had the privilege of interviewing one of my all-time musical heroes, Southside Johnny. For a guy who spends most of his...

Growing up in the 1960s, "Leave It to Beaver" was one of those shows that truly resonated with me. It captured the everyday adventures of...