"Tasted Good. Felt Good. Was Good."

On Saturday night, Timothy Taylor gave his birthday party, which consisted of 26 people, 16 pounds of pulled pork, a heap of cowboy beans, a mound of coleslaw, several flats of Brooklyn Lager and a whacking big Dairy Queen ice-cream cake, to Scotty Hard, a man he has never met.

"No gifts, no cards," Timothy said to his guests (I'm quoting his column in today's Globe & Mail), "only donations to the Trust."

The gesture raised cash and the column raised awareness.

We are, as Scotty is quoted as saying in the Timothy Taylor column, "overwhelmed and eternally grateful."

"Tasted good," Timothy Taylor wrote. "Felt good. Was good. Here's health to Scotty."

Here's health to Timothy Taylor and his wife Jane and his 26 guests and all the other guests and hosts and chefs and wine merchants and food suppliers that have kicked in and given us something to cheer about this summer.

Here's health to you all.