Here's the birthday boy with his old ball & chain:

Here's some youthful guests spelling out the name of a garden tool:

Here's someone demonstrating how to press the police button:

Seriously though.
Cousin Lisa threw a wonderfully simple and happy party in a little neighborhood joint filled with hugging, flowers, pumpkins, gratitude, fettucine served from a Parmesan wheel, open windows, wine, a duo of well behaved babies, cheesecake and a big bowl of fresh whipped cream.
Cousins Susie and Sue discussed the heartbreak of raising under-communicative boys who eventually move away to college as well as how to position one's head so that a turkey neck is minimized in photographs.
Susan's eldest niece described being lectured on how to lock a door by the person who walked in on her sitting on the toilet.
Afterward, everyone put on their flats and went down to look at the Brooklyn Bridge:
It was a good day.