Henry See is an enigma.
His bespectacled visage is perched almost daily behind the counter at Retro Relics, quietly contemplating life, music, art, John Timber, and what meat goes with what other meat (and really, what meat doesn't go with another meat? The only thing better than meat and cheese is meat and meat. I'm not quoting Henry here, but I'm sure he would agree).
Henry turns slightly older today. But, much like that wizened little Jedi Master, Yoda... age does not seem to matter to Henry either. Or have any effect at all, really. Sure, Henry might not be able to run the one-minute mile anymore (nor does he ever profess to having actually done it in the first place), and there might be a few more laugh lines around the eyes... but Henry is still young at heart. Where it counts.
Tonight we invite and encourage you to come out to Egan's Pub for Open Mic and to wish Henry the absolute bestest of birthday wishes. Maybe even roll up a smoke and shiver in the chilled November air with him, sharing a conversation about the history of fonts (hint: typefaces, not the leather jacketed motorcycle dude from Happy Days), binary, mixing port with wine (thanks David Essig), or coming up with interesting questions to ask Siri (like where is the best place to spot Bigfoot, or if you are Bigfoot... the best place to hide).
Happy Bornday, Henry See, from all of us at Northern Groove, and probably all of us that read Northern Groove, too! Thanks for being part of the local culture, an awesome specimen of humanity and for looking so damned dapper all the time.
