In the beginning, there was cool. And it was good. But cool needed more, and after 26 years, there was more cool. And it was good, too. 49 years after that, really-mini-cool turned 2 months and 2 weeks, and his grandpop Richardson, the Grand Old Man, turns three-quarters of a century young, and oh-so-handsome.

Happy 75th Birthday, Pop! May you have nothing but the best wishes, may all the women in your life spoil you rotten, may this year's corn grow even taller, may you have more hours in your chair in the sun with your feet up. We'll have a Maker's Mark for you on this coast, and pray that little Milo is lucky enough to live as long and full and happy and cool, as you. (We're also secretly hoping that he's schooled in the Richardson way to bbq, too!)