It’s Thom’s 21st birthday. Boy, did that come fast. I was under the impression we just brought him home from the hospital. (Of course, my time sense is getting severely telescoped these days. Seems like I can still see the dust rising from the ’69 Cubs team falling on its face.)
Anyway, he’s up in Eugene, where birthday weather will be overcast but maybe not rainy. TB, have a great one, and I’ll wait till you’re back down here to toast the day.