Thanksgiving

I spent the first half of Thanksgiving with the McKnights at the bay, south of Annapolis. The drive from Pittsburgh Wednesday night was brutal in the snow, but I managed to arrive at 2:45am unscathed.

The weather was brisk, but it did not deter any beachcombing, nor Ben and I from going barefoot. I doubt that is a suprise. If you haven't guessed, this is Deb. For those of you who don't know who Deb is, she's Bens wife. Also mother of Thomas(not to be confused with Tomasz).





After a few days of lounging at the beach, and eating way too many leftovers, I returned home for another Thanksgiving meal with the immediate family. I am greeted by not only my father, but a backhoe and a 30' trench in my backyard. Had my brother been home, he would have dug it by hand, but without this cheap form of labor, my dad had to outsource.






Chica is partaking in trench warfare.
Ze Germans don't stand a chance.