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In the hierarchy of wordsmiths, I fall into the category of spewers. I am rarely at a loss for words, and tend to pour them onto the page quickly and in quantity
As I sat at my computer the other day, however, I found myself unable to spew. Writer's block had me in its grip. And I knew why: It was time to write the annual Thanksgiving week column, and I simply couldn't do it.
Did I sit idly by? No, I did not! My mother did not raise an idle son. In fact, I knew exactly what to do. I reached for the phone and dialed my old friend, Charles Nicholas.
"Yes?" came his voice over the wire from several time zones to the east.
"Charles, you must help me. I am at loss for words."
"Unusual for you," he replied. "Have you run out of people to belittle?"
"Charles, be serious. It is the time of year that calls for the annual …