Me and mine will be away this Thanksgiving. I like my house, actually I prefer mom’s house, for the festivities. It’s my favorite holiday since childhood. The ones I missed were when I was a detective, traded it for Xmas, or Xmas eve off. (Always had someone stabbing a family member at the T dinner table.) It’s my favorite for two reasons. We had enough to eat (thanks to someone’s charity, the brown boxes). And Xmas, birthdays, were always disappointing, empty stockings, empty promises, and my father’s anger. I can’t think about those, but Thanksgiving was full of food, good company and cheer. Thanks Mom. We’ll be toasting you again this year.
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