It was a Belarusian Thanksgiving. Our first. Mr. Bickerson was in heaven with computer chat, Boundary Waters chat, pickled everything (except turkey), and frequent vodka toasts (Jeff, you were right -- there was lots of wodka). Mr. B. even took his turn at the piano when it was revealed that he had taken one semester of piano lessons in college. Nobody can play Standing in the Need of Prayer like Gary. And I mean that.