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My friends and I drove through the freezing Ann Arbor night, hoping to find fast food to pack into our gaping maws. Alas, there was none, unless you consider the "Super Italian Sub" from Amoco the equal of a Cheezy Gordita Crunch. I don't, but I think it is probably a good sign that Americans still have a healthy family life. Either people refuse to work on Thanksgiving, or no one will buy anything anyway. No matter what, it shows that we have something that really matters. At least until they get out of Massachusetts.