Isn't it ironic, when you're all growed up, life gives you your beginnings

Singing out a Happy Birthday to our Sterrs-among-Sterrs Father's,
Nicholas Appel - Sterrs!


Nicholas may not be barcalounging, sleeping through any night soon, going to work with anything less than the smell of talc and tooshy on his tie...but DAMN, take one look at the genetic genius the God 's have bestowed ...

Yes, all is RIGHT with your future gifts to the beauty, grace, and survival of the planet (Reagan can see to this single-handedly;)  BUT isn't there a lustful Daddy wish in your heart?
Like a Perkins Pancake Sunday Brunch?  Or a cave dwelling where a man can scratch privately (his lottery tickets!)

Nick, from the looks of it, you have it all...for now...until ...Well, let' us just keep you in bliss for a bit longer.

May you get to sleep in Happy Birthday, Nicholas!