As heard in the car on the way to Thanksgiving yesterday, Natalie at the wheel of the Tesla, with a brief interruption by Cannibal Corpse. Dinner was good and lively as usual, this year featuring me as the glass-of-wine-spiller (while holding Josie), while around the table piled with pies and good-natured ribbings, Eddie cried in the background and Graham stopped by to let us know he reads sports books.