So, Frohliche Geburtstag, Ludwig. You're a mensch. And my man, congratulations. You don't look a day over 240, and don't let anyone tell you different. I'll bet the Bonn townies still hoist a stein of lager in your name. And I have to tell you, your Violin Concerto in D is a masterpiece. Nothing by that little putz Mozart can touch it. And you were only 36 when you wrote it . . . a mere boy.
So, Luddie, have a great day up there. I hope they have some vintage champagne for you.
And again, Happy Birthday, my man. You're the best.