It’s just another classical music Monday, 72 hours or so into the newly published revelations about the industry’s latest decade-or-more-old open secret, this time an awful, lurid story of drugging, rape, harassment, threats, dismissal, reinstatement, and retribution. It’s at the New York Phil, this one is, which matters because individual people matter, but also which doesn’t because *gestures wildly around* this business, my God. I felt very lucky to have a new puppy at home this weekend.

Welcome to Home & Away. I want to begin by reassuring readers that neither Home nor Away will focus on Taylor Swift, although both could. Ms. Swift will soon embark on a tour of Asia (what the cognoscenti now call the Indo-Pacific) but will hurry back to Las Vegas in time to catch the Super Bowl. All this has MAGA types in a frenzy that she and Kansas City Chiefs tight end Travis Kelce will announce their engagement, their endorsement of President Biden, or both that Sunday.

I can’t afford yours, Mr Kirsch, but here’s mine, from ‘back to school’ last September, with apologies to the Rangers: So let no one suppose that I never wear a mask. I’ve worn one (off and on) much of my life. They stop pucks, though the chin guard isn’t good for much. But speaking of Grandma, may I recommend my wife’s C2C article, Who Killed Granny? It’s all business and no frivolity, given the seriousness of the subject, but I think you’ll find it interesting.

My wife Cassie had to work on a random Saturday. That meant I faced a daunting and fun day of solo parenting. And that meant we could either hang out in and around Rochester in some familiar settings or we explore some new breweries. The car has become a secret parenting weapon. Audie seemingly falls asleep instantaneously once he’s secured in his car seat and the wheels are in motion. Plus, I wanted to make an overdue visit to Underground Beer Lab.

In other catch-up news: Norman Jewison passed away last Saturday at the age of 97. There is a lot that could be said about his career, and it certainly has been said by far more knowledgeable writers than I. But I did want to acknowledge his passing, by linking to a few things I’ve written about his films in the past. In order of their release dates: Jewison never won an Oscar for Best Director, but this was probably the closest he ever got.