No Retreat, Baby, No Surrender. By Charles Ribakoff Note from Charles: Once again, this is one that was written for the Harr / MHQ newsletter. Even a challenging business environment can be overcome by the healing power of rock and roll. I don’t know if he ever seriously considered this as a career choice, but Bruce Springsteen would have been one hell of a car guy. Probably even better than I’d be as a rock star. And herein maybe lies a story. I have had this eccentric fear (moi?) since I first saw Springsteen live in the early ‘70s and became a fan, that next time he came around, it wouldn’t matter to me so much. Maybe he’d have changed, or I would have, but I was worried that he wouldn’t hit me in the same way. But that hasn't happened in almost 40 years, during which time I have put the children of many scalpers through college. Now, I’ll stipulate that it might not have been what Bruce had in mind when I would hold my older daughter as a new born in the front of the airplane, and sing to her that tramps like us, baby we ...