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February would seem to have been the lovingest month of the year for my family, as for many others, because we run long on November birthdays. My own was not long ago, and my father's is today. He is sixty.
Being so old, having done this as many times as he has, whether there is anything left to say about him or to him is an open question. So I'll confine myself here to the obvious and appropriate

Happy birthday, Pop!

and leave it at that.