So I know what I’m not going to do for the Labor Day weekend. I’m not going to get sucked into reading the Hillary FBI file. I’m not going to waste my time thinking about Kaper Colonick, or whatever his name is. Tonight, in fact, I’m going to do something really silly: I’m going to take in what’s left of the old 70s prog-rock band Yes, playing nearby, and seeing whether they really are in fact torturing audiences with a complete recitation of Tales from Topographic Oceans. You don’t even need to drop LSD with something as egregious as this.
What would they say if they came up against Kenny Stabler?
And finally. . .
