Let's make this birthday one to remember.

86 years old (Born on November 12, 1938)

Happy Birthday, John! Another year wiser, and yet you still haven't learned to "Shut Up," as your memoir so delightfully explained. From Shooting the Stars to Girl in Gingham, you've given us countless literary gems—though we're still puzzling over The Teeth of My Father. Seriously, dental metaphors have never been more intriguing!

Here's hoping your birthday is filled with laughter and inspiration worthy of a fourteenth masterpiece (or perhaps Volume III?). May your wit remain sharp, your prose timelessly engaging, and may you continue editing life's rough drafts into polished brilliance. Cheers to another chapter in your remarkable story!