October 3rd. I should be happy. Sixty is a major birthday. Too bad he only got to 51. Damn shame. He's here though. Worked until 630 then donated blood. George Thorogood was on the radio on the drive home. Rare live track too, a Cincy show. The same song he used to sing to me. Not exactly romantic but when were we ever normal? Having a Makers Mark in his honor, then off to sleep. Wherever he is he better be having a party.