Twenty-five years ago, my then-five-year-old niece Lesley came to stay with me overnight at the house I shared with my then-girlfriend (now wife) Valorie. This was something that most of my nieces and nephews did, once their parents decided they no longer cared about our “living in sin.” I walked Lesley to the Ocean City shoreline and bought her a big hot pretzel, and as the little girl stood by the railing on the beach side of the boardwalk and prepared to take her first bite of that pretzel, a grimy seagull flew down, clamped onto it and flew off with it, leaving her shaken and sobbing.

When A Flock of Seagulls no-showed on Tuesday night it my reaction wasn’t quite that bad, but it was close.

Yes, the other acts played — Naked Eyes, ABC, Belinda Carlisle, The Human League — and they were great. But once again a seagull flew off with my pretzel and left nothing behind but hurt and anger. No explanation, no announcement, nothing.

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