I tried to post this Wednesday night, but Blogger was hosed…

Well, here it is, the eve of Thanksgiving. My memory is working overtime tonight, and … well, it’s making me a little sad. I miss my Grandparents. I loved them very much and they loved me. What more can you ask in life than love like that? I miss some little dogs too. I’m looking forward to Thanksgiving with my folks tomorrow. I’m sure it will be great, but I miss the way it was. Can’t be helped; no fault of mine.

Hey Joe, if you’re reading this, here’s a photo for you. Wish you were here.

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Earlier this year, my brother Joe and I were driving on a road in Auburn, CA, and were stopped by those turkeys. “None shall pass.” We were stopped there for a good 10 minutes, while they strutted and posed in unison, then finally danced off into the brush. Hope they’re not sitting in somebody’s oven tonight, which is unlikely as they were wild, not gobbling around in a Butterball warehouse. (For the record, I have no problem with the fact that a Butterball reposes in Mom’s oven tonight. I like turkey.)

Here’s a photo for the rest of you.

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Earlier this evening, I was hanging out at Vons, waiting for my Dad to emerge with some yellow onions for Mom’s stuffing, and just felt like taking a picture. It was a beautiful twilight, don’t you think? Then my cell phone rang. It was Mom and she needed Cool Whip. Dad couldn’t hear his cell in the store, over the din of gobblers. So I had to wade in. Once more into the breach.

My wish for you, if you chose to accept it, is a day of peace tomorrow. May nothing explode in your kitchen. May no one by injured watching football in your living room. May you have just enough pie and thryptophan to doze into the afternoon and worry about nothing.

And may the spirits of all those you’ve loved and lost, who’ve shared your days of football and food — whether at your table or under it — be with you in happy memory.