From a real turkey

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Happy Thanksgiving dear reader, and to all. Tomorrow is a day for family, friendship, football and fun. It is when all Americans sit down to stuff themselves at the same time. That would be halftime. As a kid I watched my mother and later my mother-in-law take hours to prepare the Thanksgiving meal to see it consumed in 15 to 18 minutes. Not surprisingly, the same length as halftime.

But before all that fun and chaos, I was in a somewhat peaceful grocery store yesterday looking at the frozen turkeys and conversing with a sweet, little-old-lady who said she reads my column.

After I thanked her for her dedication she asked me to help her pick out a turkey for her Thanksgiving dinner. Hesitating, I replied I didn’t know much about turkeys, except for the ones in Washington. Seemingly not amused, and again looking at the turkeys on display, she asked, “do you know if they get any bigger?”

I couldn’t help myself and answered, “I don’t think so, they’re dead.” I ended up placing the largest one she could find in her basket, helping her at checkout and wishing her the best for Thursday...

 

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