Another exceptionally good-looking crowd has gathered at Fairbanks House for Thanksgiving. Here they are just before we walked out the door to Beech Street Grill for dinner. They’re all in their rooms now contemplating which pair of jammies they’ll be wearing to breakfast and to the party on Centre Street tomorrow. Or, like Bill and I, they’re laying there like fattened calves just waiting for the Alka Seltzer to kick in. Either way, we’ll see them in their pj’s for breakfast.