Once upon a time when wrinkles and grey hair were things I associated with the elderly, I looked across a college classroom and saw this guy:
He was quiet and grouchy-looking and I kind of got the impression he didn't like me because he never smiled. But he was cute and he smoked cigarettes and wore flannel shirts and coats that looked like they belonged to someone's grandpa. Who wouldn't want to be invited to that party?!
Some 17 years later, he's off the cigarettes, but still as grouchy as ever. And today he turns 40.
Happy Birthday, Captain! You're still the party I want an invite to!
Just please, this time, wear a new shirt.