Happy Birthday Daddy-O on your 87th. I know you'd be complaining about the chinese food and the service, and railing on the orange schmuck of a president we have. You probably are doing all of that somewhere. 9/9 used to be about celebrating both of our birthdays, even though neither one of us really liked the attention much. Now it just reminds me of you. I really miss you, we all miss you, but I know you're with us all the time.