Well, fortunately David, I don't have to fly on Thanksgiving. In fact, I only need to drive 20 minutes to mom and dad's house. Fine with me. The first few years we were married we had to travel for the holidays and I didn't enjoy it one bit. I am glad those days are over.
Cold here this morning -- 24 degrees. Frost on everything.
Here is an example of a teenage son, home from college for the holiday. "Mom, can I borrow your CONVERTIBLE? I don't feel like driving my little dinky FORD ESCORT."
Mom: "All right, I suppose."
When teenage son gets home, "Thanks, mom, for letting me use your car. I noticed it was almost out of gas, and I was going to stop and fill it up, but then I....forgot."
Grrrr!
L