80 is the new 77
Our friend Irwin “Gish” (grade school nickname that stuck) Lichtblau had a pretty cool birthday party last Sunday. In truth I was surprised to know he was turning 80, Gish is awfully youthful, and always fun to be around.
The party was in the capacious back yard–Gish seems to own a double lot, with addresses on two streets. The important people were told where the back entrance was, and had our cars taken by a valet. The peasants parked on the main street. Okay, I made that part up. The valet was only for me.
You can’t have a proper yard without some art:
There were many bridge players there, as you would expect:
There was family of course. Eldest son David came in from New York, and offered a toast to his dad:
The grandsons played Happy Birthday
Here’s a non-musical grandson, Adam
A birthday party requires a cake. Somewhere in Lafayette there is an incredible bakery, because this was one of the finest cakes I’ve ever enjoyed. And I know cake. I think you know that I know cake.
Some people enjoyed the cake more than the rest;
It was a beautiful afternoon and a delightful party for a good friend. Happy Birthday Gish.