To Mom and Dad for dinner and the Itzhak Perlman tickets (It’s really something to see the guy at that age barely get across the stage, sit down, and still play the violin better than I ever could).
To my family for their simple, but deeply meaningful gifts. To Olwen for the fancy shmancy pillow and the Domo.
To everyone else, for all their birthday wishes that flooded my inbox and voicemail. Thanks! :)
A belated Happy Birthday to you, good sir!