Company was over, so I had to wear pants this year. Grrrr!
Happy Black Friday! Or Buy Nothing Day if that’s your thing. How was Thanksgiving for you? For me, it was great, I indulged in all the usual traditions; listening to Alice’s Restaurant Massacree*, making extra $ at work, building a fire at my parents (I used the fireplace this year though), watching Detroit lose, eating fresh, roasted turkey (splendid job Mom!) and of course eating a turkey leg during the fourth quarter of the Cowboys game. It’s fun, once a year for about thirty minutes I pretend I am still a Cowboys fan like I was for about 15 years.**
All in all, a good Thanksgiving. Erica pitched in with desserts too. Here is that spectacular turkey:
You see, back in those days, rich men would ride around in zeppelins, dropping coins on people, and one day I seen J. D. Rockefeller flying by. So I run out of the house with a big washtub and… hey! Where are you going?
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. I used my washtub that morning to clean my turkey, which back then was called a ‘walking bird’. We had walking bird on Thanksgiving with cranberry sauce, Injun eyes, and yams stuffed with gunpowder. We also sat around and watched football, which back then was called baseball.
*There was an article in The Post this week focused on Stockbridge, Mass. the setting for the first part of the song. I learned Alice’s last name, Brock, meant that she had the same name of someone I dealt with at work years ago. I doubt they were the same person.
** I ditched the Pokes as I got deeper and deeper into Penn State fandom. I didn’t know any of the players either and I couldn’t spend both days of the weekend following football. I think it makes me a better Washingtonian too.