Taggart came onto the scene in Chico back in the 1950s when she and some other Chico women objected to the placement of a Nike Missile silo out by the airport. Maybe others think otherwise, but given that some 10,000 people came down to Taste of Chico and only three of them stopped to watch the band, I doubt it.
Most reviewers simply step around the problem or, worse, play to it.
I'm reminded of the Enterprise-Record reviewer, last name O'Brien, who was sent to review The Cripple of Innishmaan over at the Blue Room, which starred a young fellow, last name O'Brien. The O'Briens are in fact married, presumably happily so, a fact that was not revealed in Mrs. O'Brien's review. I am forever being invited to eat lunch with politicians, or otherwise hob-nob with them, the perhaps subconscious design being to enrapture me with their personalities and friendship, and thus cause me to ease up on them, or otherwise portray them in a more humanized light. I always decline. I'll report on the pols by observing their public actions, thank you, not their private lives.