To Betty Bacall — who I am proud to call a friend — on her birthday: I love you for your courage and even for your bark which rarely bites. I admire your embrace of high standards and your wickedly funny wit. Your talent, of course. To this day, when you walk into a room men of all ages and women, too, pause in the face of real old-fashioned, honest-to-goodness glamour. But best is your kindness, your generous heart and, of course, the fact that you can whistle. Happy Birthday!