Happy birthday to the man that helped bring five Chandler children into the world. On this day some years ago (it might be rude to say how many without his permission) my dad was born. Suffice to say that every call he's gotten so far he has said he is turning 112. I am broke, so I bought him a six pack of Guinness Stout and some chips for the day. We rented The Pianist and are now waiting for my younger (can't call him little when he's jumping out of airplanes) brother to call and say he has successfully completed a night jump. Thats about it. Tomorrow I'm off to Tuscaloosa to begin the process of getting ready for Grad school.

Thats about it, really. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY PA!

I hope everyone is well.
Peace,
Joe