Happy Thanksgiving, world!
One of my favorite days, but I couldnít tell you
why Ö exactly. Oh, itís time to get the clan together around the
table and compliment Grandma on how yummy the worldís dumbest bird
is this year, like always.
The complete stupidity of the turkey is legendary. Of course, they
have been domesticated since Miles Standish was in Pampers, and
domestication gave them large breasts but didnít help the thinking
process much. You know, like some actresses we could name.
But fat or stupid or not, the turkey deserves our respect for one
thing at least. There have been some changes over the past 250
years. There are today more turkeys in America than there are
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And of course, there is the
family entertainment. We get to check out the elderly uncle to see
if heíll tell the same stories as last year and if he can keep
cranberry sauce off his white shirt. Itís always fun to tease old
folks, of course, because since I happen to BE the old folks these
days, it sometimes hits close to home.
Some Native American tribes referred to November as the Hunger Moon.
Sure has seemed to be that way for a lot of the people I know. Folks
who donít have a nine-to-five like smart people have. Outdoor-type
folks just have to tolerate November until Thanksgiving, because
then itís okay to consider the remainder of November to be ďalmost
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