The countdown to The Big Day commences: in less than 24 hours our homes will be filled with hungry family and friends rich with expectations.  Birds will be roasted, sides cooked, bottles uncorked, the whole nine yards.  This year my mom is dressing up, as usual, in her “Jane Pilgrim,” outfit, which may sound racy, but is more manikin-like than provocative.  Dad is coming as “Jim Beam.”  We expect lots of frivolity and idle talk: football, the health care bill, credit card fee hikes, and the shortcomings of people well-known to us all as well as people we are just getting to know.  The crisped skin of the turkeys will enhance the conversation and the pecan and pumpkin pies serve to finish us off.

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