On June 3rd in 1836, my poor grandmother gave birth to my dad, making him exactly 174 years old on this day! And yes, of course that is not true, but I harass him about his age every year, (he is really only 104) but he is out of the country, in FRANCE, on what he SAYS is a school trip, but I think it only helps support my lifelong theory that he is working for the CIA.

But if you are reading this dad (in France) I want to assure you that your ice cream cake was delicious! This of course (eating all this bad stuff) convicts me of my delusion that I will ever live as long as you, but I intend to have a lot of fun trying! But in truth, having that fun, and having this great Tirman sense of humor, I acquired by sitting at the feet of the Master.

Yep, all Tirmans are smart #&*#$@^’s BUT, the older ones we revere. My dad, Uncle Mickey, and Uncle Al are all at the top of the food chain, I mean family, but over a lifetime they have diligently dedicated themselves to their family. In truth, I have the greatest family in the world, and we were taught, not by my dad and his generation but by the generation above them (all working now from the home office in heaven) that we were blessed. And in truth, we are. I may be of the first generation born outside of Brooklyn, New York, but though very few are New Yorkers anymore, the Tirman name means something to us all.

God bless you dad as you celebrate your birthday among strangers more prone to surrender than to watch your back! But know this….we love you here and we are proud of you! Happy birthday, and thanks for being my dad.

And thanks for the cake…..it was delicious!

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!

Tommy+