Seeing all your faces here today and uh - brings back such memories. It's hard to know where to begin.

Start with the girls.

Jealous, Bob?

You old dog, Bob. Bob, Bob. Sure I can talk about Bob, John and Susan and Mary. Mary. And Fred and Ethel and little Ricky and all the others whose friendship means so much to me but that wouldn’t be fair. I'm reminded of a story, a story about, about guts. Blood and guts and patriotism and love. Let's not forget love. I think we all know who I'm talking about. I'm not gonna embarrass them by mentioning their name but... what sacrifice, huh. When they went into the thing with the - the guy with flames, you know, running the back with the thing and then boom, and then right the next thing ... who knew? There's an old joke that goes, "Why do blind people don't skydive?" Is it irrelevant? I don't think so. Call me old fashioned, call me resistible, call me late for lunch but I think grabbing the initiative and overcoming the handicaps and yes, yes, even skydiving blind are the true virtues. I'm sure you have your own stories. Raise your hand if you have your own story? Come on, put them up. Yeah, a lot of stories. A lot of hands. Which is to say, I have a rare group of friends.