If you're reading this, you work too hard. It's Thanksgiving. Let's
ease into it, shall we? We'll discuss something that won't bundle
ASTA's dainties, irk the airlines (well, perhaps we can privately
think airline-irking thoughts on an individual basis today) or
otherwise create any travel-industry ill will, just for this one
day.
How about reeling off some stuff to be thankful for? Okay, here
goes: family, distance between me and family, friends, food, roof
over head, great job, health and health insurance. That's the
routine stuff.
Life's little luxuries: mystery novels, reruns, Harry Potter,
fettucine carbonara, Times Square, the Oak Bar at the Plaza Hotel,
Stephanie Plum, the Sunday New York Times Magazine Crossword.
Life's big luxuries: The David, Paris, St. Peter's, fettucine
alfredo, Kinsey Millhone, the martinis at Joe Allen (also the
calves liver, but if you're going to be thankful for liver on
Thanksgiving, you should at least have the decency to use
parentheses).
Stuff I couldn't live without: Actually, that was the
stuff I couldn't live without.
Well, this was a good exercise. I'm getting hungry. Happy
Thanksgiving.