TeamReedBlog.2020

 If my refrigerator could talk, it wouldn't be speaking to me right now.   In a world of stress, war and struggle, we are fortunate that our Thanksgiving leftovers are crammed into every nook and cranny in that thing. And that's after sending home most of a ham, meals-to-go for two, one whole pie, treats for others and the night and day-after of sampling favorites. It didn't help that we met our Jacksons for our annual Friendsgiving dinner last night and brought home two more containers of food. My fridge might be complaining, but I'm not.  Deb couldn't make it, but sent a pan of her cheesy potatoes, which weren't as good as having her here, but did solidify her in-spirit participation. Donna's student has not surpassed the master, but Becca's rolls were amazing and nearly gone. Donna's pumpkin roll will be a memory today, I'm sure if Jeff didn't finish it off when I wasn't looking.  If the refrigerator is mad at me, I'm lucky the tel...

One of the favorite things Alison and I like to do on Sundays when we are together is to read advice columns in the New York Times and the NYT Magazine to judge others.  In our defense, they ask for it.  And as we are sometimes judge-y people, we like to be sure  Kwame Anthony Appiah , John Hodgman , Philip Galanes and Roxane Gay  are on their marks and giving the best advice. Today was an exceptional day as they all agreed with our assessments of the various situations. "We should totally be advice columnists," Alison said. "Although, they might be nicer than we are with their answers. They're like how Aunt Lois (Stewart) would do it." For example, one person explained their son had suffered from cancer, had gotten a "Make a Wish" vacation to Hawaii but was now in remission. The boy, just 14-years-old, said he didn't feel right about taking the vacation because he'd fully recovered and other people could benefit if they declined the vacation....