We’ve cooked our turkey in one of those since the mid-1950s; time to dust it off, wash it out, and stock up on the white bread, mayo, and lettuce! Oh, wait; I don’t need that stuff till Friday, do I? Ok, then, time to break out the one-day-a-year tablecloth, the cornucopia thingie to hold the mini-gourds and Indian corn, wash the silver, get out the Noritake china…yikes, I’m tired already.