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11/28/2002

No Really.... Thanks.

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I could say the usual stuff. That I'm thankful for my wife, my kids, my life. And I am. Really. But let's face it; you've heard it all before. It's boring. I mean, my sentiments are sincere but they are the same sentiments of any one who is lucky enough to be in the situation I'm in.

1. I was born in the later half of the 20th century. Much, much better than being born in say, the middle of the 1300s. There wasn't a lot going on back then and I think at 39, I may have already lived past the prevailing life expectancy.

2. I was born a white male. Not meant as a racist or sexist statement. Quite the opposite in fact. I understand that I was very lucky to have been born a white male. I've never been subject to any serious type of discrimination. I don't want to imply that I am some prep school WASP-y scum. I don't revel in other's misfortunes. But as Homer once said: "I'm a white male aged 18-35. Everyone listens to me, no matter how dumb my ideas are!" Right before he cracked open a can of "Nuts-n-Gum". It's nice wielding that kind of power.

3. I was born in the United States. That's right. I consider that lucky. Some of you readers from outside the U.S. might scoff at this but scoff away. Go ahead. I'll wait. Done scoffing? Good. Did you have a good scoff? I just like using the word scoff. Anyway, being born in a hospital in upstate New York is infinitely preferable to being born in a ditch in Somalia.