Happy Birthday you all

Dear Citizens:
This week we celebrate a number of birthdays.  Last Sunday was my grandson's and next Sunday is my son's.  Today is Epiphany and the birthday of a wise lady I work with and the birthday of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.  I have any number of wise people to rant about but today I have chosen Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
The new movie Sherlock Holmes shows the detective from a refreshingly different viewpoint and I enjoyed it. Nothing in the film was non-canonical except possibly for the gas lamp with 221b on it.  (b meant upstairs, 221 would have been the correct address)   
Play the game with me a moment--Holmes was a expert boxer, a single-stick fighter, a practitioner of Baritsu (a variant of  Jujitsu), a violinist, a partaker of drugs and fair pistol shot all shown in the film. 
Most of his adventures were chronicled by his friend Dr. John Watson.  When he seeks to leave Mr. Holmes with a client the detective replies: "Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell."  Holmes knew a good Boswell when he saw one even though he chided in the Red Headed League. “I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of everyday life. You have shown your relish for it by the enthusiasm which has prompted you to chronicle, and, if you will excuse my saying so, somewhat to embellish so many of my own little adventures.” 
My point is that Watson could create and embellish a Holmes in the stories that was taller and neater, etc, than we saw in the film and Holmes counted on his Watson to do just that.  For a few hours or days let us all "Play the Game" and create something a bit better then we find it.  

221B Here dwell together still two men of note Who never lived and so can never die: How very near they seem, yet how remote That age before the world went all awry. But still the game’s afoot for those with ears Attuned to catch the distant view-halloo: England is England yet, for all our fears– Only those things the heart believes are true. A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane As night descends upon this fabled street: A lonely hansom splashes through the rain, The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet. Here, though the world explode, these two survive, And it is always eighteen ninety-five. – Vincent Starrett play the game even if it is for only a few hours and be well A Journeyman