To all the ships at sea,
I would like to share a little story about my 35th birthday. Gerry Cooney showed up at my studio and delivered a beautiful birthday gift. The box was unbelievably light, but it was wrapped beautifully, it had a beautiful card. I opened it up, and it was a black negligee, size petit. I said, “Gerry, I’ll never fit in this.” He said, “you’ll figure out something to do with it.” So Gerry, happy 29th birthday… oops, I mean 39th birthday, oops. You’ll always be forever young. In writing my memoirs, I have four chapters on Gerry Cooney, my publisher is insisting I get them down to one reasonably large chapter, which I will do.