with no guarantee,
life belongs to those who see
each day’s potential

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I made a trek to center city yesterday to dispense early birthday wishes to Frank. While in route on the Schuylkill Expressway, the above haiku started to form in my head. After parking, I stopped in Rittenhouse Square to scribble it on a sheet of paper in my pocket, along with a slight note for Frank. In honor of the occasion, I wanted him to have the only handwritten copy.

The above haiku struck me as a pretty good toast to a man who certainly gets the most out of his days. Here’s hoping today (his actual birthday) is no exception. Happy birthday, Frank!