I suspect many Weekend Reader readers are curious about the “now you see it, now you don’t” FBI files on Jeffrey Epstein, the disgraced financier and longtime friend of Donald Trump.

That’s fine. Feel free to join our new MAGA allies in demanding the release of the Epstein files

While you do that, I’ll be demanding to know the contents of the “Late Show with Stephen Colbert” files, all about CBS’s sudden decision this week to cancel the top-rated late-night talk show. CBS officials said the decision was purely financial — and it’s true that late-night shows are financially challenged and certainly not the cash cows they once were. But it is curious that the CBS decision comes in the wake of parent company Paramount’s decision to pay $16 million to settle President Donald Trump’s baseless lawsuit over the editing of a “60 Minutes” interview with Kamala Harris. And it is curious, isn’t it, that Colbert’s show really started to find its footing when he leaned into political commentary, which often included biting criticism of Trump and his policies? To paraphrase Tucker Carlson, I’m just asking questions here.

In another piece about the Colbert cancellation, David Sims in The Atlantic quotes sources as saying “The Late Show” may be losing some $40 million a year for CBS, which certainly bolsters the financial argument. But he also notes with dismay what’s likely to replace “The Late Show” when CBS pulls the plug in May: Nothing.

What’s that? You still want to hear what’s new with the Epstein case? You’ll have to settle today for this Times story examining the 15-year friendship between Trump and Epstein, which includes most of the salacious details, including a bit about The Wall Street Journal story detailing the lewd message — complete with a suitably lewd drawing — Trump supposedly sent to Epstein for the latter’s 50th birthday in 2003. (Trump is suing the Journal over its story — of course — and one sign that the suit might be somewhat frivolous is the fact that it seeks at least $10 billion in damages. But what do you want to bet that News Corp eventually settles for — I don’t know — $16 million or so?)

But here’s the thing I keep coming back to: Does any of this tell you anything about Donald Trump that you didn’t know before?

Meanwhile, Times columnist Nicholas Kristof is back home in Yamhill County after his most recent globe-trotting reporting tour, and he wasted no time in diving into the biggest local story: the recent detention by U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents of Moises Sotelo, a well-known but undocumented immigrant living in Newberg. On Friday, Sotelo was deported to Mexico. The pretext? A 1994 arrest for drunken driving. In this very good column about the case, Kristof explains how failures by Democrats and Republicans alike paved the way for Trump’s policy of matt deportations — and also shows support for those deportations might be waning, thanks to cases like Sotelo’s.

This is a case we’ve been following at Lookout Eugene-Springfield, in part because of the chilling effect it’s having in the Oregon wine business. Here’s our latest story, by Vanessa Salvia. (Full disclosure: I work as a contributing editor at Lookout Eugene-Springfield.)

The Oregonian/OregonLive reports that Oregon State University plans to eliminate two of its diversity, equity and inclusion programs this fall. OSU spokespeople declined to say whether pressure from the federal government played a role in the decision to mothball the programs. And I was going to say something else right here, but I bet you can fill in the blanks.

Those of us who have been hoping that U.S. universities and colleges might be able to stave off the Trump administration’s attacks on higher education have been closely watching Harvard University. But, as The Atlantic’s Franklin Foer points out in this week’s long read, Harvard isn’t nearly out of the woods yet — and much hinges on the calm leadership of its president, Alan Garber. (This piece also counts, by the way, as this week’s entry in the Reader’s Contrarian Corner.)

Despite all this, one of the most talked-about stories in my newsroom Friday was all about a Coldplay concert Wednesday in Gillette, Massachusetts. As the band played “The Jumbotron Song,” cameras scanned the crowd to post images on the big screen — and when a couple, apparently cuddling, were pictured, they both dropped out of the frame. “Either they’re having an affair or they’re very shy,” singer Chris Martin joked — and he apparently was right on at least one of those counts. Just a couple of thoughts on this: First, if you’re in a public place these days, chances are good that you could be captured on video — I know that’s not a great thing, but there it is. Second, if you’re involved in a bit of business that requires privacy, a stadium concert featuring one of the biggest bands in the world might not be your best bet. Finally, even though I have two Coldplay CDs (yes, I still have hundreds upon hundreds of CDs), I find that the only Coldplay song I can remember is “Clocks” — but you know what? That might be enough.

You might have missed this interesting new wrinkle from our friends at the Internal Revenue Service: Churches no longer will risk their nonprofit status if clergy endorse political candidates from the pulpit. Nevertheless, The Atlantic’s Elizabeth Bruenig argues it might be a mistake for churches to entwine themselves too closely with politics. This all leads to two questions: First, what about that line of advice to preachers from Karl Barth: “We must hold the Bible in one hand and the newspaper in the other?” And, second, as the kids today might ask, “What’s a newspaper?”

Here’s an Associated Press story about snacks that will help you avoid that inevitable afternoon energy slump, but I can summarize it very quickly for you: Apple slices are good. Snickers bars — despite what you may have heard — not so good. I suppose nutritionists will be equally critical of my personal afternoon dietary secret — two cherry Danishes at the coffee shop next door.

That’s it for this week. We’ll compare notes next weekend at this time. In the meantime, you know where you can find me — at the coffee shop next door, halfway through another Danish.