TRRRTLE BLAY….TRRRRTLE BLAY….That’s what I plan on chanting with my NR beer hat and giant foam finger saying “Lowry’s #1!” as I wander down the street — right before I “water” the flowers at Dag Hammarskjold Plaza.

Be there, or risk being called the sort of kid who passed up seeing The Who in concert because you had to transcribe the minutes from the last Stamp Collectors’ Club meeting.