I was going to have a party, but Lynryd Skynyrd had a scheduling conflict.
Plus there was a noise abatement issue with the local cops, something about the last late night jam session. I was a little fuzzy at the time – best to not rock the boat.
Instead, let’s all raise a glass of our favorite beverage (whatever it may be) as I proffer the following Irish wedding toast:
'Sliocht sleachta ar shliocht bhur sleachta.'(May there be a generation of children on the children of your children)
I know it’s a wedding toast, but it seemed befitting, given the nature of the blog and many of my readers and their blogs.