To Hugh: Latha Breith Sona Duihbh

(Sorry folks, that means Happy Birthday in Scottish-Gaelic.)

Just wanted you to know, Birthday Boy, that I read in the paper
yesterday that Bill wants Hillary to win so that he can be "First
Laddie"! Well, Hughie dear, you have already won my heart, and so you
are *my* "First Laddie." And you will still be "'til aa the seas gang
dry." (But please don't tell Ted.)

And here's a wish from both of us:

"This winnerful occasion is the perfect chance tae say,
Hoo much yer freenship means tae us the day an ivery day.
Fitiver future days micht bring, fitiver ye hold dear,
We wish ye as ye wish yerself as year replaces year."

Luve,


Leah and Ted

PS: Attached is a long-stemmed, red, red rose.

In typical ADT fashion, I've forgotten your birthday until today. I
remembered it two days ago but alas, yesterday it went completely out
of my head. Hughie old paperboy, I hope you had a fun day yesterday.
Happy Birthday buddy.

Todd