Man, it is so good being a Baltimorean living here in the future. I almost want to travel back in time to the past, poke a pilgrim, and not in the silly Facebook way, the old-fashioned way, with a disapproving finger right in the chest, and tell him, "Listen up, English, your past sucks. This stuff you're thankful for, like not having rickets and that New England doesn't have any Bill Belichicks yet, is silly! In the future we take that stuff for granted, well, except for the Belichick bit." Then I'd scream, "Roll Dons roll!," leap back into my DeLorean, and make my way back to this future where I've got a couch and some leftovers waiting for me.