I told my friend Matt, whom I met when someone sent him to paint my hallway 15 years ago, that I would eat my hat if he ever actually got a book published. And now look at him.
And speaking of terrific guys who know a level from a plumb line, my stepfather, Lew, was born 89 years ago this day, on 12/12/12. At 12:12, I like to think. Happy birthday, Lew!
Coming soon: Oysters