To Sir, with Love

Tomorrow is Paul McCartney's birthday, and today is the anniversary of the day I graduated from high school. I don't know for sure why both dates are so firmly etched in my memory, when so many other more relevant things are not, but there you go. They were both imprinted at what they call an "impressionable age," I guess.

I'm having a mini-adventure this weekend. Not an adventure at all, really, but I'm doing something that could potentially yield an anecdote or two. I'm not lugging all my blog-posting equipment this time, though, so reportage of anything of note will probably have to wait until my return.

So, have a nice weekend, everyone! Especially you, Sir Paul.