with the right bling, you're never really naked
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELLY HOWE!

(Last night, as we celebrated, Kelly claimed more than once that she looked naked in all the pictures--she was verrry styling in a sassy shoulderless number...so I told her I was going to put a naked pic of her on Squirrels, but unfortunately this is the only one I had and as you know: you're never really naked in pearls!)

Ah....28. To a good year!

When I turned 28, Ronald Reagan was still in office, we were six weeks away from electing G. H. W. Bush to succeed him. I was about 10 days shy of quitting the only job I ever quit where I burned my bridges. Usually they'd offered me to come back--actually, I went back to an old job when I quit that one. But I was tired of being used so blatantly. And, Tom wanted me to join him in San Francisco, so I did--the day I took my keys in and quit, I caught a flight. Sometimes you just have to.

But...that was then...

Kelly turns 28 today, on a cold day in AusTex, with a President appearing to grow some guts and leadership skills over the last week, an even more partisan and bitter government, a few months shy of her Phd and Martin's MFA, and the great unknown of what comes next...tune into her space-log when she's my age and read it for yourselves!

We celebrated last night with a delicious, down-to-earth dinner at El Chile, then to Rio Rita, where a lot of UT Theatre and Dance folks showed up to celebrate and take pics of Kelly "naked"... I hope today was a continuation of the good time and she has a very very Happy Birthday!

Cheers!
,m