From the Fortress of Solitude
The Fortress is nearly quiet. The only sounds I hear are the aging refrigerator struggling through its cooling cycle and my stocking feet rubbing against each other as I type. Janice, Steve and the girls left for Autumn's home to prepare things for the Clan Williamson gathering. I'll be leaving soon with the cranberries, cups and soda all tucked away nicely in the Battlestar's trunk. I plan on bartering these Thanksgiving staples for a nice traditional meal of turkey with all the trimmings. I may get a second helping if I mind my manners and not bring up anything controversial. The Clan is very conservative and I usually pitch my tent slightly to the Christian left, not too far mind you, but far enough to stir the pot from time to time.
I scanned several new pictures for today's gathering and put them into another slide show for ease in viewing. Please enjoy them as you think about family and friends on this Thanksgiving Day.