It’s not just Canada Day, friends and neighbors. Not just Princess Di’s birthday. No. It’s not just the first day of the second half of the year, not just the day after the day that the sovereignty of Iraq was supposed to have been handed over but wasn’t because it already had been. It’s not just the on-ramp to the July 4th weekend.

No, it’s more. It’s my birthday.

So rather than gripe about one thing or another, I’m heading out into the golden hills of Los Angeles (right there, behind the smog) to celebrate the inexorable ticking of life’s clock. Have a great evening, one and all, and hoist one for me, willya? Or two.