Thanksgivings gone by

Remember last year at this time, I had just gotten back from Tobago… and the year before that, Costa Rica… and the year before that, Brazil… and the year before that, Hawaii.

Hmmm, it’s no wonder why gambling in Milwaukee or dinner in Skokie just didn’t do it for me this year. (Hell, even before the vacations, I used to go back home and get drunk with friends.)

Sure, real turkey gravy is good… but not as good as it is when it’s tasted on the kiss of some local who has just licked it off my tits.