Friday, November 24, 2006
WARNING: Food Coma Still In Effect
What a great Thanksgiving at the Casa de Crime Dog! We had seventeen, counting munchkins, and all happy, healthy, and with good appetites. Wayners and I put our heads together to try and figger out when was the last time the two of us got to spend Thanksgiving together. His thought was that it was somewhere around the Kennedy assassination. That would be John, not Bobby. He might be right. He joined the Navy in '65, and we didn't see a whole lot of one another after that, until just a few years back. I'm thinking there might have been an occasion back in the mid-70's, maybe 1975, but I'm not sure about that. TFMCD and I married in '74, and I remember our first Thanksgiving was in a little tiny apartment, our first home together, that year in the breathtaking metropolis of Altus, OK. In '76, I was in the middle east. For the next several years, I was either overseas or so far back east we never saw each other. Then, through the 80's and most of the 90's, it seems like we just.....well, our lives didn't exactly intertwine much. Just when somebody died.
Then along came Parrothead Nation, and we two brothers found we had a helluva lot more in common than anyone could have ever dreamed. I had a concert to see in Dallas, and he had a house there. The rest, as they say, is history. I converted him to Parrotheadism, and now we're neighbors and best friends.
So, it was a Thanksgiving for the books. We managed to scarf about 15lbs of bird, 5lbs of mashed taters, enough stuffing to sink a boat, and a truckload of pie. Then there was the gallon or so of wine, an ocean of cerveza, and a brand spankin' new bottle of Crown Royal, reduced to a lovely ornament for the recycle bin.
But best of all, there was big victory for the home team. Yeah, the Cowboys, too. But our home team was seventeen friends and family, with a whole lot of short stories, long laughs, and memories so thick they'll last a lifetime.
Now, somebody pass the mayo. Time for another tasty turkey sammich.
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Then along came Parrothead Nation, and we two brothers found we had a helluva lot more in common than anyone could have ever dreamed. I had a concert to see in Dallas, and he had a house there. The rest, as they say, is history. I converted him to Parrotheadism, and now we're neighbors and best friends.
So, it was a Thanksgiving for the books. We managed to scarf about 15lbs of bird, 5lbs of mashed taters, enough stuffing to sink a boat, and a truckload of pie. Then there was the gallon or so of wine, an ocean of cerveza, and a brand spankin' new bottle of Crown Royal, reduced to a lovely ornament for the recycle bin.
But best of all, there was big victory for the home team. Yeah, the Cowboys, too. But our home team was seventeen friends and family, with a whole lot of short stories, long laughs, and memories so thick they'll last a lifetime.
Now, somebody pass the mayo. Time for another tasty turkey sammich.
