Jesse turned 37 today. And utterly demolished me at horseshoes. While this isn't his victory pose, it may as well be. One of the true literary giants in my admittedly small world (tho' he'd leave a large footprint in your world as well, I'm betting), he's also able to out-drink, out-think, out-wit and out-jest me six days out of seven (7 of 7 on the first two).

Frankly, this is the best portrait I've taken. Or at least my favorite. Took it not three hours ago.

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