It Was a Thanksgiving Feast… And I’m Not Talking ‘Bout The Turkey


There I sat on the Metro-North train back from Westport, CT, engaged in an involuntary half-snuggle with the oversized man sitting next to me but contented all the same, being as full of Thanksgiving turkey, gravy, and wine as I was. After a dizzying night of meeting 18 members of my former boss’ friends and family---I felt like I was in a Woody Allen movie circa 1975; me the WASP-y, fish-out-of-water Diane Keaton character half-smiling and half-awed as 18 concurrent conversations are going on around her in various degrees of Yiddish---I was in the mood for some hardcore chillin’ and digestin’.