Many thanks to the quite literally hundreds of birthday wishes posted on Facebook and elsewhere yesterday, or sent privately. I am truly humbled by this outpouring, and I do appreciate it.
For those keeping score, I'm 61 this year, despite my boyish good looks and too much hair for my advancing dotage. I fear that you're all stuck with me for a while longer, based on my odds. From a purely genetics point of view, my father died at 94, and my mother turns 91 in January with no sign of slowing down, which means someone in the future will probably have to smother me with a pillow before I drop voluntarily.
Just in case you want to make plans or shop for a pillow.
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