Happy Birthday, Will

17 years old today, my not-so-little boy. Still, he and his friends stayed up until midnight to open up his main present (RockBand -- but that might be more the friends who knew what it was driving that decision process).

It seems like yesterday he was sitting down on the press row as a precocious second grader, eager to score games and run errands. A part of working the games since that time, I hope that continues with the new administration.

Anyway, hope you got the text message about your birthday, which the newspaper reports tell me you share with Isreal. Knowing your respect and fascination with your GramGram's side of the family, I'm sure that's something you'll be proud of for years to come.