Dear Earth, Wind & Fire:

I do remember the twenty-first night in September. I mean, it was fun and all – had a few friends over, did some chatting and laughing. There was a little wine consumed here, maybe a bottle of beer there. Good times had by all.

But the hijinks to which you so melodiously refer? Didn’t happen.

What’s up with that, EW&F? I was so looking forward to ringing bells while dancing in the streets.

I was hosed.

Cordially, yet with disappointment,