62 years ago today, my Uncle Jack died at St. Mère Église during the D-Day invasion.
20 years ago today, my father died.
And today is my brother’s memorial gathering.
All things considered, I'll pass on the opening day of The Omen remake, thanks.
On a happier note, 38 years ago today my dear, sweet pal the Sasquatch was born. (Don’t worry - we’ve checked his scalp. No sixes anywhere.)
Happy birthday, beloved friend. May your day be joyful.