After decades of doing the same old thing, I’ve decided to host an Alternative Thanksgiving this year.
I’ve sat through too many turkey-and-stuffing dinners to count, and many of them weren’t all that much fun: family squabbles, kitchen disasters, drunken uncles, out-of-control children, out-ofcontrol adults, missed plane connections, you name it. We’ve turned it into some kind of horrible high sch…
