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.

Things there are no solution to: Inflation, bureaucracy & dandruff.

Nothing is sometimes the right thing to say.

One of the ceaseless wonders of the world: The power of a smile.

Meaningful truths are never newly discovered; they're just uncovered anew.

The last thing you do the best is what you have the most joy doing.

When the joy of the job's gone, when it's no fun trying anymore, quit before you're fired.