I normally don’t jump on TV show bandwagons.  It was years and years after the start of “Friends” or “Seinfeld” before I watched either with any loyalty.  After they ended, I stopped being loyal to anything on TV other than the Crimson Tide’s football team.  But then I flipped over to AMC one day after an NFL game. Me:  “Oh cool…this show looks like it was shot in Atlanta!  Hey, look!  There’s 2 Peachtree Street–I used to work in that building!  Hey, there’s where I bought my bride’s…






The next suggestion from the “642 Things to Write About” book is this:  “the worst Thanksgiving dish I ever had.” This may appear to be a question avoidance strategy, but the worse meal I’ve had on Thanksgiving is…nothing–or next to nothing. In high school, I was a wrestler, and Thanksgiving occurs in the middle of wrestling season.  I always had to watch my weight, but my sophomore year and my senior year were the two in which the struggle was most pronounced, as I dropped to 119# and…