I could, however, go on and on about the other DI/DO idiocy. (Has Mr. McGee never considered how much drained pasta water saves in Botox costs for the cook leaning over the colander? WTF is Saint Danny thinking, sending out an Indian to bat Mexican? W[here]TF was the lede in the bone-ola?) But that would be confessing to having scanned more than I should have while wondering who/what is still advertising in these weird times. The main photo “won raves” in this house of image, though, so I suppose I shouldn’t chime in with the ridicule over the readouts deemed so worthy of so many credits. Sometimes a pickle is just a pickle.