Whatever for, SS old buddy, old pal? I helped with Thanksgiving dinner, making a nice salad of organic herbs, dried berries, sliced almonds, and herbed chevre. Why, I even went so far as to help you out, getting your drunken lout of a elf sprung from the Portage County Jail on a writ of Non Compis Contendere Corpus Juris Secundum -- it helps to be in a place with two lawyers, the faculty of a two law schools, and two good law libraries accesible (you'll be receiving a bill, I afraid, as these legal services don't come cheap, but I'm certain that you can make it up by farming out the services of your Valpo office to John Ashcroft). Boy oh boy, SS, do the costs of these obscure legal pleas add us! Whooo! I don't think I've ever seen so many zeros on a bill before -- why don't they just use scientific notation and be done with it?

All in all I've been, not just a good boy this Thanksgiving, but a downright wonderful one. And I'm flying back today so that I can volunteer in the leprosy hospital this evening.