Happy 61st, Pops

Well, I didn't wake up on anyone's lawn this morning, like I did last year on this date. Still, the day is more significant to me than just the anniversary of the worst attack on US soil. I will reflect, remember, and still be angry about what happened.

Not only is today the day, apparently, to reflect on something that happened 10 years ago, it is a day I reflect on my hero, my Superman, my original Man-Fifty-Grand, the biggest asshole and kindest voice I've ever known


Happy 61, Richie. I miss you all the time. Love ya Pops!