Thanksgiving is coming back. People are traveling, the airlines can’t keep up, gas prices shooting through the roof. Some guy’s loaded handgun went off during a luggage inspection in Atlanta the other day. Don’t you wonder what kind of family gathering he was heading to? Infection rates are going back up, but no matter. The only masks in the supermarket are the cashiers and myself. Yes, indeed, America is returning to normal. Bouncing back to our normal levels of insanity. While I write this, there’s a huge wild turkey poking its way through the front garden. I look at it, and it looks back at me with a certain interested yet defiant attitude. It’s perfectly safe because we’ve already got a Butterball in the fridge. I decided to repost here some of my favorite Thanksgiving memories because, well, in truth, it’s timely and I’m too lazy busy to start from scratch.
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I'm Thinking...No! 