Writing his history of the Papacy br in Positano’s peaceful air, br the American McKnight, so Steinbeck swears, br is more Italian than the Italians, br but when Thanksgiving’s imminent br his family craves turkey and so the order's sent. br br Soon live dinner has arrived by bus, br tied, gobbling, on the roof. The turkey settles in br but soon the day of reckoning arrives br when 'gobble' must become a passive verb br for this proud bird. But how to execute br the foul deed, yet keep the fowl from panicking? br br Solution’s found – some brandy or some gin br will numb the senses of the unsuspecting bird... br Grand Marnier’s the thing - br soon in drunken stupor their dinner gently snores. br But what’s this? A sudden flurry br of wings and tail – the bird has flown the coop - br it seems it's in a hurry br to make the crossing to Capri... br br Watchers down the coastline launch their fleets br but all the boats arrive too late - br the turkey’s met a watery fate...