Happy Thanksgiving . . .

I'm in San Diego visiting some family. On the Delta flight here, when we landed, the flight attendant asked that everyone stay seated. "We have 11 service men and women in uniform and on board," she said. We all applauded. Then she asked that when we pull up to the gate, that we all stay seated and let the members of the military get off the plane first so they can get to their families a little quicker. Another round of applause. And chills.

I'm ranking my favorite holidays: #5 Labor Day; #4 Memorial Day; #3 Easter; #2 Christmas; #1 Thanksgiving.

I received this Thanksgiving e-mail today. I wanted to pass it on.

A game warden was driving down the road when he came upon a young boy carrying a wild turkey under his arm.

He stopped and asked the boy, "Where did you get that turkey?"

The boy replied, "What turkey?"

The game warden said, "That turkey you're carrying under your arm."

The boy looks down and said, "Well, lookee here, a turkey done roosted under my arm!"

The game warden said, "Now look, you know turkey season is closed, so whatever you do to that turkey, I'm going to do to you.

"If you break his leg, I'm gonna break your leg. If you break his wing, I'll break your arm. Whatever you do to him, I'll do to you. So, what are you gonna do with him?"

The little boy said, "I guess I'll just kiss his butt and let him go!"

May your stuffing be tasty

May your turkey be plump,

May your potatoes and gravy

Have never a lump.

May your yams be delicious

And your pies take the prize,

And may your Thanksgiving dinner

Stay off your thighs!

--Matty G.