Thanks, everyone ...

... for all the kind words on my birthday. Oddly, the one I have most vividly remembered throughout my life is my fourth - principally, I think, because it was the day I was taught how to tell time. My Aunt Alice taught me that morning that the little hand on the nine and the big hand on the 12 meant it was nine o'clock. I can still see in my mind's eye the clock on the kitchen wall.