Lewis Grizzard is one of my favorite columnists. He isn't as vulgar in his writing as he is in his speaking. Even in his speaking, if you can abide his vulgarity, you can come out with a pearl worth the risk of dirtying your own mind.

A few years ago he wrote of missing the family Thanksgiving dinner. It was at an uncle's house out in the country. Country folks like to eat dinner early in the middle of the day. Grizzard slept late and missed it.

At 1 P.M., Thanksgiving, he got a call from B.A. (Now I don't know who B.A. is and Grizzard doesn't tell us in his column.) Let me read the column from that point:

"Catch a plane," B.A. said. "The Hyatt bar is open even if nothing else is."

I was at the Savannah airport three hours later.

We never made it to the Hyatt bar. We stopped instead a…