Thank you, Irving Starkman!

As we are all well aware, the world is teeming with those completely bereft of human decency. To keep the karmic balance at equilibrium, for every bomb-wielding goat-humping Muslim extremist asshole, there must exist an absolute opposite; and Philadelphia's Court Reporting Son, Irving Starkman, is doing his part to keep the universe in check.

From his custom room baskets awaiting our arrival to the private party at his home Saturday night, including our own private Mummers Parade and every minute detail in between, Irv has raised the bar for all conferences in the future. I've attended extravagant functions where marketing and PR were the core intent, but the enjoyment we derived from this convention rose to its unprecedented level because Irv simply wanted us to have a good time and love Philadelphia as much as he does.

Irv, for the blood, sweat, time, love and tears you undoubtedly poured into STAR's 10th anniversary, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

"Let's be grateful for those who give us happiness; they are the charming gardeners who make our soul bloom." -- Marcel Proust