March 2, 2024

The day before Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorites.  There’s something incredibly satisfying about a leisurely half-day at the office followed by a half-filled tumbler of whiskey.  More to the point, it is usually accompanied by a half-cocked smirk, which spreads across my face as I surf the news in befuddled amusement at the traffic snarls and airports descending into chaos.  Suckers!

This year, however, I am one of those poor schmucks braving the Lincoln Tunnel while preparing my junk to be unceremoniously cupped at Newark airport.  Feel free to enjoy a moment of schadenfreude, dear readers.

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