How was my holiday? Fine, thanks. Busy, truth be told. But I had plenty for which to give thanks. For instance, me. Overall I'd give it a B.

What's an F? I'd say this is for pretty much everyone involved. There's mother Jeaneane and grandmother June Henderson, who were beaten to death by son Richard Edgar with a pipe for some culinary affront, no doubt. Then there's father Richard Sr. and younger brother Jake, who met the same fate with the same pipe, perhaps for taking Jeaneane and June's side once too often. Of course there's Richard Edgar, who was robbed of the day of restful reflection we all hope our Thanksgiving will be, first by his meddling family, and then by Manatee County, Florida sheriff's deputies. And let us not forget the deputies themselves, who were forced to work on a holiday, and in what must have been a rather messy environment.

But grading is a subjective process. And, like any good teacher, I try to be constructive with even the most disappointing performances. And so, on the upside, the Henderson's did manage to spend the holiday together, which is especially difficult during these times of high gas prices and divided families. And isn't family what Thanksgiving's all about?

Analogcabin @ 10:13 AM
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