Good morning, Cappers. I’m baaack. I’ve been out of touch for a while, but I’m here to bore you again. As for 12-12-12, the importance of the date to me is that I was born on this day in 1943, which makes me 69. As the old joke goes, if I’d known I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of myself. Actually, considering the way I’ve lived, I’m in pretty good nick. Since the folks who parse Mayan philosophy say we only have 9 more days, I guess I’ll make it to the end. My last drink will be a toast to Andy.