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.