Today is Sandy's birthday and I've been struggling for a couple of weeks now with what to write about Son # 2. Words fall far short of the mark in attempting to describe the young man who dropped into our lives on Pearl Harbor Day fifteen years ago. I could say that he has learned how to keep a secret, I could talk about his love of animals (We live a few blocks from our town's animal shelter and, from the age of 11, Sandy, on his own initiative, volunteered there every summer for three years.), or his incredible wit, which is legendary in these parts. But no, I'm going to fall back on one of Sandy's favorite YouTubes which conveys the essence of Sandy in the most imperfect way possible. Happy Birthday, Sandyman!