In Which The Report Takes A Rather Sudden Yet Meaningful Jaunt Down Memory Lane, But It's All Relevant, So Stay With Me

About 30 years ago, my mother inexplicably began gathering dried things like milkweed pods and cattails and sprigs of money tree and eucalyptus and then, after arranging them somewhat artfully, spraypainted the whole thing silver or gold and set it on the coffee table or gave it to friends as a gift. All of which is to say that tonight, Brian Williams' tie is sort of like an arrangement of Cheerios--spraypainted silver--all carefully lined up in rows upon a cornflower blue something or other. And what was with that knot?

(My mother's Spraypainted Dried Things Period was mercifully short, by the way.)