I'm stuffed. Not so stuffed that I won't eat more turkey -- a lot of turkey -- obsessive turkey consumption -- in the next 2 days. But right now, full is full and tradition is great. Williamsburg, and more particularly, 7 Gables holds as true as it ever did -- running ship shape, aside from some Canada Geese that need running off the back lawn, and an incident with the gravy boiling over and then -- literally -- vacuum sealing the lid on tight. But at least I didn't put the pumpkin pie on "convection bake" this year -- that was a classic!

The real highlight came in the auto world this year. Dad has been mulling over what to do with his 1963 Ford Falcon Convertible, white with red leather interior, seats wider than a Clydesdale and a motor that sounds like a Harley's. His parents bought it new in '63, passed it on to him about 17 years later, and he's had it ever since, and will most likely pass it on to his eldest daughter from his first marriage, who has the money and the garage to maintain it. But the discussion last night inspired him to have us take it out today for a drive -- man, what a lulu, I mean, way outtasight, the tip top kaleidiscope of cool, the never-living end. Okay, so we only topped about 40 mph and mostly kept on the roads of my dad's gated community, but what I wouldn't give a) for the three of us to have been decked out in full 60's regalia (my dad allowed as how he wouldn't really know what that was, but maybe if he dug around in his closet...) or b) to drive that sucker across country. I would have to know car repair, though, have to have some mechanical innovation, and combined, have to be able to tweak a car from the early 60's with nothing but a big set of sunglasses and some luck -- but can you imagine??

Happy Thanksgiving!!