Happy birthday, Allen Crider!

I remember the day Allen was born, and today, a few years later, he's here with me for my visit to the oncologist at M. D. Anderson.  He's a little bigger now than he was in the picture, and I don't think he has any red jeans, but he's still got a killer smile (he needs to let us see it more often).  He's still smart and funny and always ready to help out when anybody needs him.  When he's not playing guitar with the Cornell Hurd Band, he's putting together CDs or taking care of his yard.  He got the lawn-care gene from Judy's mother, not from my side of the family.  I don't like yard work at all, but Allen has the neatest and greenest lawn in his Austin neighborhood.  Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky as to have two great kids like Allen and Angela.  I'm sure it was Judy's influence.  Thanks to her and them, I'm a lucky guy, all right.