Time passes on.  I lose track of time.  There is a spot in the Smithsonian, next to the dinosaur, waiting for me.  Still, this time of year, we,or I think to give thanks.  Ken turns another year old, um older, the twenty third. I would like k e to thank him, for his patience and respect, he has shown me these past twenty years.
Happy birthday, Sir.
				
			Happy birthday, Sir.