Good evening, Netizens...
According to the gossip, the first annual Virtual Thanksgiving Day dinner is being prepared by a collaboration of the most grandmotherly-type ghosts in the Virtual Ballroom, and as I arrive this evening, after another long, arduous day of working, I see them over in an area of the Ballroom that most are now calling “Grandma’s Virtual Kitchen”. A band of elderly female ghosts are obviously already hard at work, with boiling pots, tureens full of bubbling substances and two huge virtual turkeys getting ready to be stuffed and placed in the giant oven. The air is vibrantly alive with the aroma of cinnamon, sage and parsley (from our Virtual Garden this summer) and other tantalizing smells.
Earlier this week, when I first caught wind of this conspiracy to serve a Thanksgiving Day meal to ghosts, I thought to myself, “Why, ghosts do not eat food, do they?”
So, as I sat down in my preferred bar stool at the Virtual Espresso Bar, I waited with some trepidation, for I was most intent upon asking one of my favorite barristas, the ghost of Professor Piddlydiddle, a world-class ghostly intellectual and eccentric who, after all, knows the answers to nearly everything worth knowing. He would know all about all the fuss over a Thanksgiving Day meal for those who, by their own admission, no longer have to worry about eating.