November 20, 2020 - I once looked forward to Thanksgiving, the all-American milestone of a prosperous year. When our family gathered the guys would bundle up and go out hunting for a while as the women made their final preparations for a big meal. As a kid that all made sense. It even made sense as an adult. Men get underfoot when large groups and big meals are arranged in the homes of the nation. Once we hunters were suitably frozen we could retreat to the warm house filled with the steamy aroma of dead fowl, mashed potatoes, corn and warm pies to please every palate.