Once for a friend's birthday, I bought him a ham. He seemed befuddled, even disinterested, but I only had time to go to a grocery store before his party, and I didn't want to buy him beer. I thought a ham was a great gift. I'll bet he used it. Me, I'd take a ham any day of the week. As one of my children has been known to say, "I love ham."
The two drawbacks to being Jewish: Jesus and ham.
Which brings me to my present circumstances. I don't know if you get hams for Christmas, but my wife does, or did at her old firm. So I'm going through the freezer a few days ago and there sits a perfectly-good half ham, seven or months down the road or more from when we got it, supposedly 4 months past its prime. But we know better, don't we? Ham doesn't go bad; ham only goes good.
Billy has been out-of-pocket in unplanned ways the past few days and needed a last minute blogpost to step in for him and give you all some solid nourishment. Just like ham..