Congratulations, Caravel.

"I remember the first time I met Caravel. It was in a bar in a quiet corner of San Fransisco, 1932, and he was ever an optimistic young gentlemen who had aspirations to run his own business. The Depression hadn't dampened his soul one bit. He claimed pessimism only made things worse..."

Well, it wouldn't be much of a congratulations without me being smartass, now, would it?