Hey Sis/Pres. I no more believe you are turning 50 than I believe I turned 50. Can't go there. Won't go there. Shouldn't go there. But what a happy deal it has been to be a couple doors up the street from you all these years. Really, you and Tony are some of the best reasons to live in our neighborhood, and without all of the silent, knowing looks over the years, meetings would have lost a lot of their color. If they can't take a joke . . .

You have retained an abundant measure of sanity and fun in a world that discounts those qualities, to its loss. Have a terrific day, and celebrate it like you're turning 7. You deserve your youth.

We'll always have Czechoslovakia.

Bish