10 years ago I celebrated my 21st birthday by going to the bar at midnight and having the worst shot I've ever consumed: a Three Wisemen Hunting (Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Johnny Walker, and Wild Turkey).

This year I'll celebrate my birthday by having leftovers for supper and going to bed before 10. Not that I'm complaining; I've gotten quite comfortable with a simple, quiet adult life with my wife and son.

If you're feeling generous feel free to post pictures of Vipers, aircraft, or whatever the hell you feel like!