A Thanksgiving Essay

If you know me (and most of you do), you know I believe one can't apologize too much. I am sorry last week's notification of the column forced each of you to scroll past 50 or so names, wasting Internet and mental bandwidth. I am going to try to remember not to do it wrong again.

Now, you may well be asking yourself, where's the table of contents? The letters? The humor?

I'm breaking format this week for the holiday. If Walter Winchell and Herb Caen can do it, I can do it. They exchanged three dots for an essay on special occasions. That's what I'm doing.

Speaking of Walter Winchell, there's a great HBO Biopic which premiered Saturday night and will be repeated. I've read all the major Winchell bios. The movie does a pretty good job on a complex subject and actor Stanley Tucci really captures Winchell.

Anyway, I got some interesting commentary from Craig Reynolds and funny stuff from my mother. I had some comments about Microsoft and Comdex, about impeachment and Japan. In short, what Caen used to call a pocket full of items (amazing how they accumulate in your pocket when you decide to write a column).

I decided all of it would keep. It is late Sunday night, and I decided I would write about Thanksgiving.