Sorry, ladies but all our birthday acknowledgements today (courtesy of The Writers Almanac newsletter) are stag only. You can console yourselves with the fact that most of them are dead. Who, after all, would rather have a birthday than be alive, am I right?
Henry ("don't call me Hank") David Thoreau; camera maven, George Eastman; lyricist, Oscar Hammerstein II; poet and sometime screwball Pablo Neruda; and (how they pinned this down so exactly I don't know) Julius Caesar.
And a pre-posthumous shoutout to Andrew Wyeth who is 90 years old today and still (sometimes literally) painting up a storm.