Sorry. Got confused. That's here, the ice that is. You are there, and there isn't any. Ice that is. And you are 50. And there isn't any ice there, at 50, either. At any rate, Joe S. was just here, thawing out with a weee dram, after three days without power, and wanted to send along his bestest. But got distracted. And is asleep it seems.
But we are still sitting around saying, hey, Bongo's 50. Quite cool. And then some. And you are wonderful.
Yo Gab! Yer wonderful, too.