Forget Roast Beast...

Some things never change. Yet others couldn't be more different. Take Thanksgiving for example.

When I was a kid, Thanksgiving meant that I had to work my ass off -- requiring a couple of hours for me to do my newspaper route that normally only took 40 minutes or so. Regular newspapers blossomed into 5-pound bombs on Thanksgiving as advertisers primed shoppers with advertising for the biggest shopping day of the year (which was never called Black Friday, by the way). After my route, I'd join my family in the usual festivities which included the turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans, creamed onions, cranberry sauce, yada yada yada.

But not this year. This year most of my family bailed on me (which I can't blame them for), so my sister invited me up to her friend's house. Rumor had it there'd be turkey, but it would be a little different.

The gobbler was stuffed, but not only with traditional stuffing. It also contained duck. And chicken. It was Turducken, they said.

It was good, and I'm sure it Whos down in Whoville would enjoy it, too. But what would the Grinch think of that?

I guess we need to wait until Christmas.