Today is the Capt's birthday and I noticed that he still looks as good to me as he did in April 1989 on our first date. We actually met on St Paddy's Day and he gave me his phone number, but when I called, his sister (visiting from New York) answered the phone and Oops! I thought she was his wife. Took a while to straighten that out.
Here he is playing Red, his guitar.
At the moment I'm baking a cheesecake, his favorite, and the fragrance coming from the kitchen tells me it's almost ready. We haven't done anything spectacular for his birthday today, but I took him out to lunch (he wanted a hamburger). This morning we had a rehearsal for a show we're going to play Saturday, and it went well.
For a musician that's a very good day.