ear Kasey,
I was in a bar on the lower East side with my friends. We were having a blast, and that's when it happened. I fell in love. It was the man singing on the jukebox; I don't think he even saw me. But when I heard his blistering voice, heard the street-wise angst of his poetry, I knew he was the one for Sarah Hepola. You may have guessed by now. His name is Jon Bon Jovi. Kasey, would you please play Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer" for me and Jon and the love that -- like the beleaguered working-class couple of the song -- is living on a prayer? Jon BJ, wherever you may be, this one's for you.

[in lieu of fancy audio files, which we just don't do, the management will now recite from memory the lyrics to our new favorite song]

Johnny (or Tommy) put his six-string in hock. Workin' for the man, he brings home his pay for Love. For love. Gina works the diner all day. Workin' something something, something something blah blah blah. Gina dreams of running away. She cries in the night. Johnny (or Tommy) whispers, "Baby it's okay. Someday." He said we gotta hold on to what we got. It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. We got each other and that's a lot ... For love? We'll give it a shot! Whoa, we're half-way there. Whoa, whoa! Livin' on a prayer. Take my hand and we'll make it a swear. Whoa, whoa, livin' on a prayer. (ALTOGETHER NOW.) Livin' on a prayer.