Thank you all for the birthday nods. Turning 51 is like - - - well, turning 51. I mean, you have a lot to look at. You can see most of what you have been able to put together. And it is pretty amazing. I have a ton to be thankful for. I could list it all here, but it pretty much boils down to my wife, my kids, my friends, and my family. Beyond that, as far as what I have accomplished, well, it is what it isn’t, and it is what it is. And I have to know that it is what I have made of it. At 51 you kind of figure, ok, maybe 20 years left. Maybe more, maybe less. I figure 71 is pushing it, given how I have treated myself. 71 is a lot farther than I ever thought I would go. 81 would mean medical advances and lucky gene draw. I can see myself still doing things at 71. But after that, I just see a drop off the like those old maps of the flat world. What I know, what I can imagine, and then the edge where only dragons and gods can be drawn. And they are crude renditions at that. So 20 years is…. It’s a lot. At 20 that is your whole life. So 20 seem like a lot. At 40 it is half time. At 60 it is thirds. At 100, 20 years is a fifth. But 20 years now, tacked onto 50, is not like 20 years tacked onto 0. It’s a lot different. A day now is like a month at 7. When I was 8, a year was an eternity. At 51 a year is like, “oh crap, did that get by me already?” It’s gone. A week is a hiccup. A Month is maybe a few days to catch my breath, maybe. A year – wow. I don’t even want to think about that. So 20 years after 50 is kind of like dog years. Each year is really more like 1/7th of a year. So in terms of what I can realistically expect to accomplish, well. Let’s just say, as a realist, not so much. As an optimist, maybe a lot. As an idealist, oh what I could do with 20 years. Thank God for idealism. 20 years is a good amount of time. I just need to constantly remind myself how much I can get done in a day, if I want to. Be very well all my friends and family. I love you.