He cooks, he cleans, he tunes our army of bikes… and that’s just the beginning.

The boy that I affectionately refer to as a mule turns 38 today. He’s as Sicilain, as spirited, and as sweet as ever. If there was ever a reason to celebrate then you have it here: that this man continues to walk the face of the planet and keep us doubled over with laughter.

Sal will be embarrassed by this but isn’t that the point?  And if plastering him across the Outdoors section of the Oregonian week in and week out hasn’t already completely mortified him, then he’ll probably be ok with a little blog love.

(Some days I think that this man is made of patience.)

So, here’s to the Sally-boy: Sicilian-born, California-raised, and Portland-proud!  Happy Birthday, Little Man.

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