Nana was in town for about a week and stayed at Dad's house over the weekend. She's the nicest person in the world. You could light her hair on fire and jab her with a hot poker and she'd say, "Isn't this wonderful?" We tried it out. For dinner on Sunday Aunt Barbara and Caroline came up and we ate a delicious turducken. Writing a limerick about a turducken is a dangerous proposition. But at least it's not a turducken from Nantucket. How to Make a Turducken To make yourself...