Happy Birthday to my "little" brother, Richard. And by "little," I mean "younger." When we were younger, (long ago) we jokingly called each other "Fat Boy" and "Fat Guy." Bought each other Sans-A-Belt trousers as gag Xmas gifts. These days I'm hovering around Clydesdale territory, and Rich ain't gonna win any "abs-of-steel" contests. But I don't care. Maybe he is heavy. He's still my brother. Happy Birthday, Richard. And Geno, too. Happy Birthday you 44 year old adolescent...