Look to the East!

Holy God, nearly a week with no posts. It's been a rough one. Lots of crash stories to edit, which is to say stories that come in the day they have to be printed, and when I get home and climb into the Mercury capsule that is my desk, no blastoff. Meanwhile, I did a Google search on a minor celebrity and got back enough blogs to scare off Steve McQueen. I give you the Pet Rock of the new millennium.

On the other hand, I've been getting to spend some time with Mrs. WTJ, always welcome, and yesterday we had a swellegant Thanksgiving at my brother-in-law's upstate. Mrs. WTJ's extended family has lots of cousins and kids and second marriages, which means a broad swath of people show up at get-togethers--all sorts of accents and habits and (yum) foods. We ate like we'd just sacked a village.

Yesterday was Norman Rockwell; tomorrow we head to my sister's for Paul Cadmus. Details maybe.

@ 8:47:00 AM,

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