November 25, 1990 their, Hey, they're, Udo!-- there, We had Thanksgiving dinner at the new home of stepson and daughter-in-law, who have agreed to pay us off for staying here a year by inviting us to holiday dinners for the next 35 years.  That takes a great load off our minds.  The dinner was excellent, with so many courses that I lost count after eleven.  (I was barely conscious on the couch, holding my tum with both hands.)  We are invited there for Christmas, when I look forward to counting beyond eleven.