Well, it's Thanksgiving, and I'm sitting here in a Barry Sanders jersey watching the Lions lose and eating homemade tofurky, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and roasted root veggies. Oh, and drinking a Newcastle, of course. I'm thankful for a quiet day to myself and for my friends and family.
And for Newcastle. Om nom nom.
And for Boston, my adopted hometown. I'm coming up on seven years here, and I still love it so.