Well, since we have a blog, I thought I’d take a moment to wish Dave a happy birthday. We’re headed out to dinner with good friends tonight, possibly followed by ice skating. (That counts as living it up for we oldsters.) I forgot to bring the camera, alas, so our revelry will be anonymous. It’s hard to believe that centennial baby Dave is thirty-two—after all, I’ve known him since we were eighteen—but it must be harder for his mom and dad to believe it. I hope it’s a fun day for the birthday boy!