Today would’ve been my dad’s 82nd birthday. It’s also National Sons Day, I hear. Enjoy the glory of nature. Take a bike ride, take a run, take a walk in the garden. Lie in a hammock. Read a good book. Learn poetry. Cuss. Recite Shakespeare. Build something. Talk shit. Lament the tragedy of mankind. Marvel at the beauty and majesty of a tree. Be funny. Listen to some good Irish music. Listen to Willie and Waylon and Johnny and Kris and Dolly and Linda and Emmy Lou and Little Richard, Otis Redding. Plant something. Travel. Love fiercely. Take a nap. Have a gin and tonic... or a Stroh’s or 6. Raise a glass to Bill Moss, a true renaissance man. Edited to add my brother Jonathan’s contributions: Cook up a ridiculous spread for Chinese New Year Shoot a ground hog Get published Wrap the ever living shit out of some Christmas presents Share your knowledge Cheer the Tar Heels Cuss the Tar Heels Fix something Don't suffer fools gladly Dig a perfectly round (or square) hole Wear a flannel Gift a flannel Gift another flannel or gloves Pack the heck out of the car Stand on principle Tell a good story Do the work of 10 men in the yard Do something to perfection Have all the gear Raise a glass indeed! And my stepmom pointed out that it is also National Drink Beer Day. Certainly no coincidence.