The Kokomo Kids
My sincerest congratulations to Daddy Dylweed and his lovely bride Mrs. Dylweed on the occasion of the birth of their third son, Dylweedling K! My sympathies also to K's directly elder brother, Dylweedling Z, who has now been devoted from the baby of the family to the weird middle kid. Bets of luck, Z, from one middle kid to another. Back on topic, welcome to the world, Dylweedling K! We find ourselves surrounded by nearly endless splendor, by wonder and woes beyond imagining, of transcendent joy and exquisite pain. Count yourself lucky, K, you hit with jackpot with your parents; Daddy and Mommy Dylweed are spectacular, and I know your brothers will also look out for you as you grow into resplendent manhood.

This is just astounding. Look at what they've done! Dylweed and wife have brought into the world three new lives. I know people have kids every minute of every day, but it's different when you've known one of the parents since middle school. Dylweed is somebody's day. Three somebodies' dad. I am in awe of the responsibility he has shouldered and the manner with which he's borne it.

My love and best wishes to the Dylweeds and their ever-growing brood of Dylweedlings.

The Rebel Black Dot Song of the Day
Duvall, "Away in the Manger" from O Holy Night (T.L.A.M.)

Science!
Mayhap the rings of Saturn are not so youthful and sprightly as we'd believed: ringlink. Clearly, further observations must be taken, using up-to-the-minute tools and techniques and a vast new celestial armada of mechanical minions. On that subject, well done, little Cassini space probe, you've earned the gratitude of your distant human masters.

Science!