Most years I spend Thanksgiving Day with my wife and daughter. We watch football and the parade, cook way too much food, laugh, eat, nap, eat a little more. It's a good time had by all but I occasionally find myself thinking "maybe we should invite some people next year...", though that's usually after a few beers and a glass or five of wine.
And then I read a story like this and I go back to my old standby of mistrusting my fellow man.
Well done, Delaware ring thief.
I am, however, thinking about adding potato salad to next year's menu. Definitely not enough starch on ours.