What’s love got to do with it? Maybe everything.
Sunday, November 30th, 2008“There has to be a better way to spend Thanksgiving,” wrote my witty pal, Tom, in an e-mail he shot off to me as Thanksgiving, 2008, was drawing to a close.
“Three hours of preparation, four hours of cooking, thirty minutes of eating, two hours of cleanup and five hours of heartburn. It just doesn’t compute,” he declared.
“Next year, if I can’t wrangle a dinner invitation, I’m going to the Salvation Army and eat!” (more…)

