The redhead (who ended up eating a year of my life) makes the details stick, but the really important thing that happened that day was that my brother Pete gave me a present with a note: "This is for your car." I opened the package, and found a WB Taz plushie who was promptly christened "Grishnakh" and took up residence in my car (my first car, then on its last legs), a 1971 Chevelle known as "The Beast". He has lived in every one of the seven cars I have had since then ('74 Mustang, '76 Celica, '82 Civic, '88 Civic, '86 S10, '93 Wrangler, and now the '2000 Caravan); he comes into the house when his home goes in for repairs, and on a few other special occasions.
"Priceless" doesn't begin to cover it...
Happy birthday, Grish.