As you would expect, an important occasion such as this brought out a tremendous amount of emotion. All of it was good, though its expression was laughter, joy, love and even all-out weeping.

My wife went all out to take care of me on what she insisted was “my Day”. She asked me what I wanted to do, and I had said that I want to be home, I want a beer, I want a Dagwood(R) sandwich, I want to watch the race, I want to talk to my father, and I want to talk to our baby.

Sure enough, we got home after church at about 12:15. She had me sit on our balcony in the reclining Eddie Bauer(R) chair and enjoy a wonderful, slightly cool Guiness(R) Stout.