Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for November 28, 2024

Send him away!

Lost his mo’ in panel 4, too.

One of the better Thanksgiving feasts I’ve ever thrown (with help) was when I invited “come one come all” to my co-graduate students with no accessible family to eat with. In the 1980s. I built benches and put plywood on saw horses, and everybody pitched in by bringing something… much of which was far from traditional American Thanksgiving food. I supplied the turkey and several pumpkin pies. We had a GREAT time chatting and learning about other cultures.

Why was she at a laundromat?

We use to do an Orphan’s Thanksgiving, actual, geographic or by choice.

Who?

The more the….. merrier?

“Ernie, you can sit in Joan’s place.”

Actually, my mother enjoyed taking in strays on Thanksgiving. It was a good thing.

Never discourage her from engaging with men. That’s how you’ll get that barnacle out of you house.

Joan’s awfully free with other peoples’ hospitality!

Is the room about to explode with so many. That turkey will not last long.

Nothing like randomly inviting a total stranger!

Ha! I heard on the radio the other day, “Don’t be the chips guy.” I’m bringing wine and flowers.

If you have a military base near you, they often have a program where you can invite a service member who can’t get home for the holiday to your dinner. Here in San Diego, we have lots of Navy and Marine personnel who can’t go home and are invited into the community.

Val, say NO. I know that you don’t know what that word means, but just use it and get a backbone.

Yeah, sorry. Being thoughtless isn’t funny to me.

There’s always room for one more, according to my mother.

Joan is a dingbat

The point is, Joan didn’t let her sister know until the food was on the table and they were ready to sit down!