On a number of radio stations back in the day, playing the entire song was a Thanksgiving tradition. Some of them were commercial stations-- almost nineteen minutes of no commercials. And some of them played it twice, at noon and 3 PM.
The judge was really blind, he had a Seeing-Eye dog. He played himself in the movie (as did Officer Obie).
I hope that if you're in America, you and yours have a good Thanksgiving. Try not to punch out your racist uncle or your commie nephew.
And please, enjoy the day without resorting to rampant consumerism.
Or burning down your hostess's house.
(Yes, I posted it a day early, with some faint hope that maybe a few readers of this blog will spend the day with friends and family. A day offline never killed anyone.)