61 in Hanoi. 62 in Boise.

I turned 61 in Hanoi, now I've turned 62 in Boise. Not at all where I thought I'd be a year ago, but that's the adventure of being alive these days. We hope to be in Boise when I turn 63, but who knows?

John and Emily treated me to a birthday lunch at a sweet restaurant
on the Boise River.

For dinner, O. and I had dinner at the Stagecoach Inn, a Boise institution since 1959. It was exactly what I was looking for--a real old-time Idaho steakhouse with huge martinis, perfectly grilled steaks, baked potatoes with sour cream and chives, iceberg lettuce salad with horseradish-inflected thousand-island dressing, and some of the best onion rings ever. I had a prime rib end cut that was big enough for dinner plus three lunches. A birthday gift that kept giving.

P.