Today is the day my Dad would have turned 73. It's funny that he was born at this time of year, because in all the time I knew him, he was never really able to sit back, relax and enjoy himself around now. Taxes preoccupied him, and he worked like a dog to get them done. He wasn't an accountant, but a lawyer with estates, trusts and a family to do taxes for. Even after his semi-retirement, he always worked really hard around tax time. I wish he had been able to take some time off and go to watch the Masters, but he never could.