BOSTON, 8PM — The DJ Hadn’t Started. The Lights Were Still Bright. Then Someone Yelled One Familiar Line… and Without Warning, the Entire Bar Answered in Perfect Unison. No One Rehearsed. No One Needed To. What Neil Diamond Did to a Nation’s Reflexes Is Something You Have to See to…
It was just eight o’clock in Boston. The bar lights were still bright, the drinks barely poured, and the music was nothing more than soft background noise — the kind…