Why you should care
Because this is summer at its best.
Gotta love the festival season — and ain’t no place to do a festival like Central Park. Never mind the heat. Seriously, never mind the heat. We got a presidential kingmaker who hearkens back to an old era (2008 — is it just us, or was that forever ago?) and a future presidential contender. We got Wyclef, the self-proclaimed Haitian Frank Sinatra, though we’re pretty sure Sinatra never played the guitar with his tongue. Andra Day made us weepy, though we weren’t even particularly emotional to start. We got to debate inequality and talk big ideas and eat some very good food.
We’re already planning for next year. Hope you are too!