Thanks for all the birthday greetings, my friends. I lost track of the number after they topped a thousand. It may take me a day or two to even read them all, but they surely made a terrific day even more terrific.
At 61, I am content and well pleased with my life. I have so many blessings, among them that I am living what I consider a damn good life. I am surrounded by people who love me. I am still able to entertain and inform with my writings. I can look back on my past accomplishments and be proud of them. I can look forward with hope to future accomplishments.
I have confidence that the things I believe in and the positions I take are moral and well-informed. No one can make my decisions for me - the benefits of age and, yes, a certain amount of wisdom - and my decisions work out for the best far more often than they do not.
I am a happy man. Could there be a better gift on this or any other birthday?
Thank you, my friends. Thank you.