Happy Birthday, Meg!

It's hard to believe it was 18 years ago when you came to join us at Stanford Hospital. Things were quite a bit different back in 1986; I was working as an editor/colmunist at the Palo Alto Times Tribune, now dearly departed; Mom was in her second full year as wedding hostess at the church; Ryan was 8, Courtney was only 4, and Andrew wasn't even around yet. We were living at the little three-BR house on Roosevelt and Windsor Way in Redwood City. Nice neighborhood, though. The county sheriff, Brendan Maguire, lived right across the street. We used to watch him water his lawn in the afternoon and wave to almost every car that went by. Nice guy. They named the San Mateo County jail after him.

In any case, have a good one, Meg! And don't let all those Bush-types razz you about the election. We'll have our day.