Yesterday would have been my friend, Huston's 91st birthday. He passed away last August and I still miss him every day. I miss his sense of humor and his laugh. I miss his wisdom and encouragement. I miss his friendship and how much he cared. Once when I'd conquered a particularly long held fear, he said to me, "I always believed in you. I believed in you when you didn't believe in yourself." That's special, that touched my heart. I've never had anyone who had that much faith in me. He was my friend, my mentor, my father figure. I love you Huston and I miss you. Happy birthday, my friend. As you would always say as you left, "I'll see you here, I'll see you there or I'll see you in the air."