Tag Archives: Thanksgiving 2018

My Coffee Cup Runneth Over

As I sit in bed, spilled Maxwell House all over me, good to the last drop, a phrase Teddy Roosevelt coined by the way, I’m thinking about Thanksgiving waiting patiently in the wings. It’s the day gratitude is the guest … Continue reading

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