Tony Kornheiser (50:36)
Okay. My wife and I and our four daughters spend Thanksgiving at St. Simons Island, Georgia each year where my wife my wife grew up. My non golf playing family always indulges me a Wednesday morning round where I take my shots as a random single on a traditionally busy golf day. I'm 59 and back home in North Carolina. My normal group are all younger than me ranging from late 30s to early 50s. We're all mid single to low teens index so it's a good mix. And they say hanging out with younger people keeps you young. You know what actually makes you feel young? Getting paired with a threesome on Thanksgiving eve who are 77, 83 and 90. I absolutely smoke these geezers. Seriously. Mike Franklin and Tom were so much fun to get paired with. Tom. The 90 year old got up and down from just outside 100 yards on two consecutive holes. Golf is indeed the greatest recreational sport because not only can you play from cradle to grave, but you meet the greatest people who are complete strangers on the first tee box and sometimes you're rooting for them more than yourself by the turn. That expresses the feeling of almost everybody who's ever played golf. From David Baldner in Lubbock, Texas the woman to whom I'm related by marriage was outside in September working in the flower bed. She came into our house in Lubbock to say a fox came out of the tree next door and barked at her. Like you, I thought foxes were more feline because of their relative silence and their ability to climb trees. Among other observations, I'd never heard one of the gray fox in our neighborhood or in our area. Bark. I went outside where I'd been mowing and the fox was still at the base of the tree and sure enough, it barked pretty much like you described it. Then a smaller fox came out of the tree and took off in the opposite direction. The larger fox remained, so I went in our garage and got the electric blower. I went back out, turned it on and walked towards the fox which looked at me like I was a loser, turned and trotted off. I posted the occasion on Facebook. Only have a friend post about rabies. I ruled that out because it never behaved as suggested in the article she shared. I suspect it was protecting the smaller fox, possibly a pup. Like you. I was very surprised by the fox barking in its raspy sounding bark. I'm my wife's hero for my quick thinking on the leaf blower, by the way. After 42 years, she still learned something new about me periodically from Steve the Sycophant. Basking in the glow of post Thanksgiving heartburn, my thoughts go back to late November 1970, during my last Vietnam tour, when the word turkey became an epithet. Uncle Sam, through the auspices of the U.S. army, wanted to make sure every soldier in Vietnam had turkey for Christmas. All well and good, but after having a great turkey meal at my advisory team's mess hall and pretty good turkey leftovers for a couple of days followed by turkey hash with bread breakfast, I asked our mess sergeant how long this was going to last. Hard to tell, Captain, he said. I still have turkey. Twenty turkeys in the freezer after an eternity of such novel dishes as turkey salad, turkey and scrambled eggs and shredded turkey smothered in Nook mom sauce, the bird finally disappeared from the menu. It took me years to regain a semblance of a taste for turkey. I've recovered it now. If you offer me ham or prime rib for Thanksgiving, I'll jump at it. Turkey is vastly overrated. Steve the Sycophant has had had the Most Interesting life the most interesting life From David Epstein in New York While we still haven't been able to attract a Big, we were thrilled that among the hundred guests in our Manhattan apartment last Wednesday to celebrate the annual inflation of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloons were the beloved chuck and roxy. 100 guests may be conservative given that friends often bring friends and sometimes those friends being friends this year, despite us putting out ample plastic wear for drinking and dining, one guest I don't really know was walking around with one of our our coffee mugs. How do I know it wasn't her mug? It had a picture of my daughter on it. Anyway, it was exciting to have Chuck and Roxy in person. As you might imagine, they are wonderful conversationalists and lovely people. They got to sample our pigs and blankets. I roll my own. We even threw in a rooftop visit with beautiful vistas of Manhattan at twilight. Having Chuck and Roxy here doubles the all time number of celebrities at our party, the first two being Betsy Brand of Breaking Bad fame and Michael's beloved Brian Stokes Mitchell, whose son made an appearance this year. But we're still aiming to get a Big here. And now with a year to plan, I'll have to figure out an offer you can't refuse. In the meantime, consider this a blanket offer to all bigs for November 25, 2026. Chuck and Roxy are terrific. Everybody says so.
