On World AIDS Day, I always give Bruce Springsteen’s “Streets of Philadelphia” a spin.

The modest, albeit Oscar-winning, tune still sounds brave; when Bruce made it nearly two decades (!) ago, the disease was a death sentence.

Which it still is for millions worldwide who can’t afford drugs to keep the virus at bay.

Thirty years after the epidemic was first recognized, there’s no cure, much less, vaccine.

Not yet.

So today I make it a point to listen to (OK, watch on YouTube) “Streets of Philadelphia.”

I marvel at how young Springsteen looks, how elegiac a backdrop the city’s inimitably grubby grandeur makes.

And I remember the people I’ve lost.

Especially Robert Galipeau, my best friend from first grade until the end, 36 years later.

My best friend still.