Doggette Determination.

Lady Di and I are gearing up for another Thanksgiving in the Boro. Last year I got on board a figurative train that Di has ridden already for several years: St. Jude's Church Thanksgiving feast. I posted the feast Last Year, and mentioned what a great guy I was for helping out, but my contribution is pretty small compared to a few others'. I've watched Lady Di separate lots of index cards, which she puts onto spreadsheets, so she, or someone else can contact other volunteers about donating, buying, or cooking turkeys or ham, dressing or yams, or dishing out the food in the serving line or delivering it to shut-ins. I've watched her and her "team piety" (pictured at left from last year) cook ninety pumpkin pies to be sliced and served tomorrow. Lots of folks have already worked hard, and lots more will work plenty hard tomorrow, but without some Chiefs, the Indians wouldn't be able to get the feast to the pilgrims. In military terms, Diane would be a Lieutenant (In cartoon-military terms, I'd be, like, Beetle Bailey). Our leaders are the Doggettes.
There's the Colonel. In Jim Doggette's case, that is not just an analogy: he was a full-bird Colonel in the USAF. He was a test-pilot, flying fast, fast planes for our Country, just like Chuck Yeager. Jim had "the Right Stuff", too, but not as good a press agent.

His boss is his bride, Gale (pictured to the left, next to Lady Di). Talk about a powerful "one-two punch"!

Anyway, lots of folks from St. Jude's Church (and some other kind souls from the Boro), bust their butts to help the community, but it wouldn't've happened this year without "Doggette" determination.