I also had occasion to recall the time I visited OSH and discovered an army of Vanilla clones in their outdoor section this weekend.
Two days ago, I made a CD for a coworker who had said "...is that a band? I've never heard of them." too many times to me. "Fission or Fusion", "The Robot Cat", and "The Audobon Society" went on that album.
All this activity -- and I was unaware until my computer reminded me that it's that time of year. I take this to mean that -- in some way or another -- you're still a giant part of my life.
There's still people out there who are only just discovering your work and learning the joy you spread so liberally on little cassettes, on big internets, and in small town theaters.
I can't think of a better way that I could've said happy birthday, Mr. President.