Happy Birthday, Charlie! My brother was born on a sunny June morning in 1983. While I may have administered the silent treatment unto my parents when they brought the little squirt home, I have grown to like him quite a lot.

Charlie is a wonderful person. He'd give you the clothes off his back if you were without, and he's always eager to lend a helping hand. He seems to find delight in making people happy, and I guess I'm happy that Mom and Dad brought him home after all.