In the spring of 1997, I was in seventh grade, a whiz on the viola, light and lithe on my feet and stricken dumb for this girl I’d talk to on the phone that summer and hang out with at the pool. It was clear: I was just too nice. I was, as they say, … Continue reading “Trying to Sum up What U2’s ‘Staring at the Sun’ is Like to Me Today”