Happy Thanksgiving
My view of Thanksgiving was skewed by my Father’s attitude. Having grown up on a poultry farm, he saw the holiday as the culmination of weeks of work “processing” dozens of turkeys to be frozen and readying a few dozen more for fresh delivery. We generally ate ham when he was alive.
Having been on my Grandfather’s farm at this time of year I can understand my Dad’s attitude: our meal was subject to interruption by people picking up a fresh turkey at the last minute. A sale is a sale when you are business for yourself.
Thanks to Duncan for locating the WKRP Turkey Drop. Watching it was long a tradition at our house.
Enjoy your meal and try to forget about the world’s problems for a day – they’ll still be there on Friday.
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Happy T-day, Bryan, to you and your Mother and any other loved ones close by. Try not to be mistaken for an #Occupier (#Occupant?) on your way to those Black Friday sales!
Happy Butterball Hotline Day, Bryan!
http://youtu.be/zQsvcs9IB8A
I grew up with a Detroit Lions Football fan. (Michigan born parents…) At least for my dad, the Lions are not really “turkeys’ this year.
Happy Turkey Day to one and all.
Remember, every time a turkey dies the aggregate IQ of the animal kingdom rises and the level of evil falls. There is a lot of truth in saying the Republican candidates for President are a bunch of turkeys.
Earthworms with understand quantum mechanics before turkeys figure out the laws of motion.