Thanksblogging.

Ah, the Friday before Thanksgiving. Since taking my current job, I've taken the week of Thanksgiving off each year. The first year, we went to St. Louis and then Hannibal, Mo., which is a town that lives off Twain. But most of the tourists were gone by then: so it was a ghost tourist trap. In 2001, we drove half-way across the continent and visited Jay, Deb and nephews in Dallas, and my mother and brother Jim came up from San Antonio too. Last year, anticipating Ann, we didn't go anywhere. This year, we're staying home for needed rest.

Plus a rest for this self-published, rolling letter. No blogging till after Thanksgiving Day. Best wishes to all for the holiday. Eat, drink and be indolent.