Happy Thanksgiving, one and all!
My mother and father tried every year to coax out of each of us what we were thankful for, as we all salivated around the table on the precipice of consuming the best meal of the year. By “us,” I mean grandparents to toddlers. And, we would normally go from oldest to youngest (well, at least that is what my memory is telling me; maybe that’s just how we were seated). So, first the octogenarians would opine about what family means to them and, eventually, my brother and I would be on the hot seat. Young kids love to sabotage these kinds of things, despite the heartfelt intentions of their parents, and there I’d be shouting out something like, “Football in the fall…..and food!”
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