Still some time away but you're gonna get dumped on with snow the following Thursday, klyd. You read it here, first.
Your butterball must be a crystal ball. But enough about your balls.
If I may expand the Thanksgiving topic a bit, one of my great memories of Thanksgiving was 2007 when I took my daughter, who was 10 at the time, to Lake Scranton, a rustic 4-mile path around a lake. We had time before dinner, so we walked, collected leaves, skipped stones, marched across a fallen tree, and had a squirrel follow us.
