WORDmeister Note: The WORD—Lazy bugger!—is taking a couple of days off, the better to loll and eat and generally goof off. This benevolence should be noted in your giving of thanks this week. I’ll be back Monday, once I’ve digested this perfect American holiday of food, sloth, family, food, TV, sloth, food. Have a lovely interlude.
Go Long for Pie
“Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.”
—Erma Bombeck (1927-1996), columnist
• Editorial Comment: Gratitude and a savory sauce, with cranberry, before the second-half snap.
PeezPix by Ted Pease
Thankful for Feet
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Ted Pease, Professor of Interesting Stuff, Trinidad, California. (Be)Friend The WORD
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