I will leave you with a poem until I return my little Turkeys.
What doth thou think of drumsticks?
I asked the barnyard bird.
He grinned his turkey grin and then
He answered me these words.
They're good to eat. They're good to beat.
And as sure as I am living.
They're best to run away with,
The day BEFORE Thanksgiving.
HAPPY THANKGIVING GUYS!!! Remember those less fortunate than you. PEACE!
PS. You may take this time to peruse the archives. I have some pretty good stuff locked away in the index. I will respond to comments.