Thanksgiving 2008 has begun. While I took over the turkey and the boys jumped into the pool, a shudder went through the crowd when the realization took hold that dinner was still four hours off. Bob had purchased every libation by the case, but danger lurked with a four-hour window, so I rolled up the sleeves an--while basting the turkey--made everyone one of my "special" chicken salad sandwiches (so special, that if I told you the ingredients, I'd have to kill you). At this hour, hope seems to have prevailed in these trouble times and the drinking and swimming has resumed.