So, it’s evening in Detroit. Mr. A has put in another day on the set of Black Sky. I wonder if he’ll go out somewhere for the evening to celebrate his birthday–a birthday supper, perhaps? A little dining and dancing? Or will he be too tired and prefer to pack it in . . . whatever he does, I hope it’s been a good day. I hope by the time he turns in for the night he’s thoroughly felt the love and affection and appreciation that has poured out from all over the globe for him on his special day, on Armitage Day. And thank you, once more, Richard, for just being–you. And for the effect you have on me, on us. God bless you, Birthday Boy Extraordinaire.