This is a different kind of Thanksgiving story. It’s a story about one man’s life and death. It’s a story about an ordinary extraordinary man who changed the world … for the better.
I’m the kind of guy who walks into a bookstore and tries to borrow a pair of reading glasses because the titles look like hieroglyphics in the Egyptian wing at the Metropolitan Museum.
I finally got my flu shot on Saturday morning, but I didn’t need to go to the doctor’s office for it when I could get it done at the supermarket.