Speaking of birthdays, our firstborn [recently turned 2]. As parents sometimes fondly do, we reminisced a bit about his early days on earth-the excitement, the wonder, the fears when we brought him home. His every squeak or squawk we were sure heralded some terrible crisis; I tested the warmth of formulas from dusk to dawn, it seemed. We were so germ-conscious my wife even sterilized the skin of the oranges before squeezing them. How firstborns ever survive their parents' attentions is beyond me. However, they do, and he did, and, in spite of our efforts, he turned out to be quite a good guy.

None of my other investments give me the joy that autographs do because they make me feel that I am holding a piece of history in my hands.

I think the terror most people are concerned with is the IRS.

If you don't know, it's not always necessary to admit it.

A Tax Loophole: A deduction that the other guy gets.

Since you have to do the things you have to do, be wise enough to do some of the things you want to do.

Hoarding one's hurts hurts only the hoarder.