In preparation for the holiday season which is about to descend upon us like flies on a pile of warm dog excrement, I would like to suggest an alternative thanksgiving toast to all my friends this year. I guess it started several years back, when I was a nubile fiancee and my ex-husband-to-be and I shared our first thanksgiving with his family. Now, I had celebrated many fall holidays with my own family, but, as I come from wildly Italian heritage, they resembled the average Sunday dinner. There was a lot of food, some people drank too much, somebody stormed out in a huff, and somebody else ended up in tears. You know, a typical family gathering. But I had never had a white thanksgiving before. For those of you who may not understand this, many Italians don't exactly feel like white people. Oh, we live in the same world and enjoy...