I know I haven’t posted in a while, but today is a unique day: It’s my father’s birthday. Today he would have been 100.

He died in 2014, at 93, after as great a run as one could ask. But if he were here now–and had managed to get through quarantine without going mad, highly unlikely for the most social man on Earth–he would have had a few choice words.

Most of them very sardonic. Many of them very bitchy. All of them very funny.

Cheers, Dad. Enjoy.