Hey, remember that day you turned 46, Patric?
The same day that Alida and I boarded a bus at 5:15 am for a field trip to Atlanta?
Where she and I went to see some horses at Medieval Times?
And then we left that early, so we could run over to the aquarium and look at the fishes/jellyfishes?
And then we returned at about 7:30 that evening, and you had shuttled the other three through piano lessons and made sure they had dinner and then took them to Boy Scouts where you led that night?
We met later that evening and opened some gifts and took some phone calls and wished you well.
And then we collapsed?
And then remember when by a wonderful feat of scheduling you turned around and performed the same field trip all day with Nicholas that Friday?
Happy Birthday man. Living the dream.