Happy Birthday to someone in Baltimore.

Today is the XXth birthday of the person whom I admire and aspire to be like more than any of my other heroes, such as Thoreau, W. James, Hemingway, etc. He is also the man to whom my aspiration will undoubtedly and inevitably fall the shortest. Not many of people I know who are in their mid-twenties like their parents a whole lot – or, at least, few of them would be willing to admit it to themselves, let alone on the internet. Regardless, I unabashedly wish my father a very Happy Birthday today, even though I live 850 miles away.