Thanksgiving Heretic
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As we move into Thanksgiving mode here (on the morrow I depart to Hotlanta, GA to see my family), I should note that while I love Thanksgiving – especially the Macy’s parade which I’ve never seen in person but will, soon – I hate turkey. It takes forever to get down and then digest. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
But ham and candied yams…
Well, I didn’t become a Sears Husky through magic, you know.
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Oh no, turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and candied yams are a gift from heaven.
Ham? Well they didn’t call me up to the bimah at age 13 through magic, you know.
Regardless of what you eat, Happy Thanksgiving!
I’m on a diet, so candied yams are completely out. Then again Thanksgiving was a month ago in Canada, so that’s not an issue.
On Thanksgiving Day in 1975 I went with a half-dozen friends on a tough mountain bike ride to work up an appetite. We had so much fun we decided to do it again the next year. And the next.
Now in its fourth decade, the “Appetite Seminar” in Fairfax, California is the longest running annual mountain bike event in the world. At one time I promoted it and led the ride, but now it runs on its own with no leadership or organization necessary. Nearly a thousand riders show up to party for four or five hours on the traditional route over Pine Mountain, with 3400 feet of climbing and a lot of smoking…brakes.
That’s where I’ll be, and every year (so far) I am grateful that I had at least one more of those rides left in me.
Why am I not surprised the guy with the biggest mouth on this blog has no business in American politics.
So true, Ian, yet it never deters you from bothering us anyway.