My son James is named for my father, James Harrison Sowers. He was born 24 years ago this morning at 5:41 and spent the first ten days of his life in the special care unit of Swedish Hospital. Like his sisters, he has already made his mark on the world, working to a very high standard of excellence, making real contributions. He has always been a very good natured person, with a fine sense of irony, able to engage his interests vividly -- jazz, painting, politics, now literature and literary theory. Today is his day.