I’m sorry. I really am.

But sometimes my penchant for dad jokes demands to be set loose (Although let’s be honest, it’s not a real tight leash to begin with.)

Regardless, it’s my five-year anniversary as a insurance agent here in Springfield.

Five years. That’s the wooden anniversary, so it’s a doubly bad pun. (I really am sorry about that.)

It’s my name on the door, but I had a lot of help keeping that door open.

It would take me a long time to name everyone to whom I owe a debt of gratitude, from family and friends to business associates and the telemarketers who have worked for me.

And that’s not even including my clients, without whom none of the rest would matter.

But while space on this blog is limitless (or very close to it), attention spans are not. Nor is the amount of time that I have to write this post.

So I must leave it as a blanket, generic “Thank you” to all of the above.

It absolutely wooden’t have happened without you.