i had a pal who moved up to fairbanks to work on building the pipeline back in the 70's. when they got snowed in, they would get pretty much confined to work and/or their cabins (accessed through snow tunnels). he told stories of sitting around (no tv or anything) picking crabs off their crotches and putting them into bottle caps and and then pouring 151 rum on them. they'd set them on fire and watch them wriggle. that's what they did for entertainment. sounds dull up there during the winter.
i used to be a big brucey fan back in the day. i bought "e street shuffle" when it hit the streets in about 73 or so. but, i had this close friend that began this huge springsteen fan magazine and started dealing in "product" of bruce nature and then literally stalked bruce to the point of getting a restraining order slapped on him. i had to endure so much "bruciness" around me that i wanted to puke every time i heard that name or that music. completely ruined the springsteen magic for me.
i never listen to him at all any more. when he comes on the radio, i change the station. sad. but, i don't like puking.