This morning, we took the little phisch to downtown Dallas for the annual Neiman Marcus Adolphus Christmas Parade. He had a gas, and I hope to have photos up soon. Before the parade began, I was 34. By the time the parade was over, I was 35. My wife--who, for the record, is six months older than I--has found it fun today to refer to me as "old," and to remind me that it's "all downhill from here." Actually, looking at average age statistics for non-smoking males in the United States, I believe I have another two to three years before I reach the top of the slope and began the descent. Tonight we're going out to see Walk the Line, and once again, the Tigers are playing for the SEC Championship on my birthday. (Thank God for TiVo.)