HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KENNY HOUSE!

Today, my younger brother takes one additional step to old-poopdom.

Don't ever tell him this, but Kenny is smart and talented, of kind heart and quick wit, good-looking and much thinner than I.  His wife is lovely and his two girls giggle -- a lot.  (And, yeah, Lizzie and Julia are also breathtakingly beautiful.)  Kenny has a strange fascination with goats, banjos, and folk music, so he can't be all bad.  When we were kids, he broke my nose and I broke his toe.  I'm lucky to have him as a brother.

So have a great day, Kenny, and an even greater year.  But just remember:  I'm older and wiser.  And always will be.