Ladies and Gentlemen,

it has come to my attention that today is the anniversary of the birth of none other than that prince of players Errol Flynn.

I'm sure that they're raising a glass to him down there in Tasmania where it ought to be a national holiday.

So on this day, that would have been his 99th birthday, I ask you to remember the man who set the standard for the buckling of one's swash.

Earlier this morning I put on the music from The Sea Hawk and picked up the foam rubber cutlasses that I have been saving for just such an occasion and sword-fought my recently-returned-from-college son around the kitchen while he was trying to eat breakfast....in honor of the man...Captain Blood, The Sea Hawk and Robin Hood: Errol Flynn.

Best

AA