NEW BERLIN _ ``Can you believe the government would rather save AIG than the American auto industry?'' Uncle Chet asked me while serving some stuffing.
``It's crazy,'' I said, sitting across from him as we celebrated Thanksgiving at his and Alice's house. ``But maybe that'll change when the new Congress is seated.''
``Republicans say we need car insurance more than cars,'' he said. ``They think it's more important to push paper from file cabinet to file cabinet than to make tomorrow's transportation systems.''
``AIG insures more than cars,'' I noted.
``Sure they do. They're up to their necks in this Wall Street shell game, and now we've rewarded them with $87 billion,'' he said. ``But we won't come up with $25 billion for General Motors, Ford and Chrysler?''
``This looks wonderful,'' Hon told Alice, stabbing some white meat with a fork.
``May I have the cranberry sauce?'' asked the little miscreant, our 15-year-old.
``It has whole berries in it,'' Alice cautioned.
``Oh,'' said the girl, as if she'd been told it were moldy.
``It's berry good for you,'' Uncle Chet cajoled.
``I'll pass,'' she said.
``Me, too,'' said Buddy, who'll soon be 8.
``I guess it's an acquired taste,'' said Hon, helping herself. ``And I've acquired it.''
``The turkey's great,'' said Buddy.
``Your uncle cooked it,'' said Alice.
``While she made the potatoes, squash, stuffing, fruit salad and apple crisp for dessert,'' said Uncle Chet.
``Well, you've outdone yourselves,'' I said, ``and all we've brought are empty stomachs.''
``At least you didn't come by corporate jet,'' said Uncle Chet. ``Talk about being dense. GM goes to Congress, crying poor, and has to show up in a Cadillac.''
``And that's what the media have focused on,'' said Hon.