Last Masterpiece of the Year

Posted By on November 26, 2003 at 8:05 pm

Thanksgiving dinner. Mmmmm…. Mom makes the best T-Day meal ever made by anyone.
[Emerson’s Second Law: “Mom” can be claimed to be the best cook in the world by anyone and everyone; everyone making such a claim is correct; there is no logical contradiction in the existence of more than one “best cook.”]
It’s a great meal, but I’m not there. So what do you do when you live alone in North Carolina and your family is on the other coast?
Yep, that’s right. You break out the smoker.
A turkey would be too much, so I didn’t get one. A duck, on the other hand… hmm… a duck would be just about right.
Heh. The duck is well on its way to being thawed.
Tomorrow is going to be a grand and glorious day.

Crappy Holidays

Posted By on November 26, 2003 at 9:07 am

Oh, look. The junior Senator from New York is going on a little trip. The troops will, of course, obey their orders and attend events as directed, smiles dutifully plastered on their faces.
The last time our soldiers had a Thanksgiving this bad was 1950, when about a zillion frosty and irritable Chinese communist soldiers came pouring across the Yalu into North Korea to attack them.
Given my choice, I think I’d rather have faced the Chinese.
If nothing else, at least they made no pretense of actually caring about the well-being of our soldiers.