This happened on Sunday: And this: Sunday afternoon, after a very nice lunch with friends, the midget, Naomi, and I headed south for a Plumb concert. Now, other than an address, a recently discovered price, and a show start time we knew very little what to expect. We arrived two hours early, easily found a parking spot, and did some investigating. We were informed (along with recommendations of where to go for dinner) that the doors would be open a half hour before the show started, and that was when we’d be paying for admittance. As I mentioned, we didn’t know what to expect. But this is not what we…