Thanksgiving

was last week. I thought there should be at least some passing acknowledgment of the great American holiday, and to that end I'll now direct you over to The Adventures of Daniel Marie, who spent his Thanksgiving South of the Border. Here's a snippet to whet you're appetite...

"following dinner, we head to this little jazz club called "new orleans jazz club".... it may have been the sloppiest band i've ever seen although the tenor sax guy and the piano guy were alright. the trombonist was this old, fat, american who looked as though he loved jimmy buffet and left the states in a huff looking for glory in central america and found a huge collection of hawaiian shirts instead."

Now go and read the rest.

- Mr. Ed