Bonne Anniversaire

[Todd Curtis]

Although this is a day late in coming, let me wish the inimitable Mr P. 
a happy 60th birthday.  In honor of his soixantieme, I did nothing but 
stay home and think about reading M & D, which I'd purchased at Modern 
Times on Valencia, Wednesday.  It's still in the brown bag it came in 
(like so much scotch), on the floor next to some dirty socks I forgot to 
wash.  I want to wait a short while before reading it, since I'm already 
in the middle of James Agee's, "Let Us Now Praise..." and Samuel C. 
Floriman's, "The Existential Pleasures of Engineering" as well as a book 
on schizophrenia and another book on sobriety.  I should finish them all 
in a few days unless, of course, I should seriously consider becoming 
sober, in which case I will give all my reading material to the smelly 
guy who runs the book-mo shopping cart down the road.  I'll clink 
something tonite however, and wish the man who opened my eyes to great 
and interesting literature many happy years of continued productivity 
and flagrant solitude.  Thanks, man.

Sheep Counting Me,

-tc