The Second to Last Thing I'll Ever Write About Led Zeppelin: Not Confronting Robert Plant

My wife surprised me last year by taking me to Marrakech for my birthday. It wasn’t her fault that Marrakech was infernally hot, or that the air was full of dust and pollution, or that the toilet in our riyad (inn, sort of) wouldn’t flush if you put used toilet paper in it.  We’ve been to a lot of places together, but I’ve never longed for going-home da…