On this eating at the beach note, I have to interject some personal guffaws at a magazine article I read just last week about hosting Thanksgiving at the beach (yes, I am a wee bit behind with my reading materials). GUFFAW! Life is not perfect. Plus, the hostess was beautiful. No stress, no sweat. The food was laid out magnificently, the candles were lit, and lovely, happy guests were sitting around the table. Where were the seagulls, the evening's gusty winds, and the size sixteen friends? GUFFAW, GUFFAW! Give me a break!!