It’s odd that the three men in my life are all Cancers. Greg, George, and my dad share so many similarities, yet are different enough that life constantly remains interesting. Private wishes for Greg. He’s a private kind of guy. But my dad, being born on the 4th of July, has always assumed that the party was for him. And George, being born on the 9th, is a true hybrid of the two. I like to think he got the best from each one.