Thanksgiving was my brother Duane's favorite day of the year. He was the only one who could get away with stealing my mother's stuffing right out of the bird. What I remember most about him is how much he laughed, and that he took me to see the first Star Wars movie before he threw me into the Waltham Reservoir in only my underwear and got me bitten by many many many craw fish. This Thanksgiving day marks 14 years since he passed. I hope there is stuffing in Heaven.