The B train is for Beatles.

In the spirit of things just getting weirder by the second with my fellow New Yorkers — is it the financial tsunami? the hullabaloo over the upcoming election? the embracing of six-inch heels by fashionistas citywide? — I rode the subway the other night with two buskers, a father-and-son team, who were playing "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" using only an acoustic guitar and a kazoo.

And with that, I bid you g'nite.