Hi, folks!  I just flew in from San Diego

Everybody, all together,

And, boy, are your wings tired!  Yuk, yuk.

Brother Amos, ya silver-tongued devil, that's a awful purty pome.  (Gotta hear ya sing it at one o' them thar boa constrictor jams.)

And, Spaw, ya mean I can kiss any part of ya -- not just yer ass?  Wow!

Thanks, all of yez, for the good wishes.  But ya needn't shy away from the most salient point:

Sixty is not a four-letter word!

And, hey, the sun even came out here in Portland, after a week of mostly rain.  How's that for a present?

Love y'all,

Genie