Really. I mean, Really. Is there anything better than Thanksgiving? I was so happy this year to get to go to my Grandparent’s house in Maryland – where we used to go every year until about 10 years ago. So I was thrilled to get to smell and touch and see things in the Bray Museum of my Youth.


As I had hoped – everything was exactly as I had left it (save the new flat screen – way to go, the Grandparents) !  Beautiful old furniture, boxes of old pictures, bible stories on VHS, a game closet stuffed with new and old games, jars of cheezits and cookies, walks to the lake through the green and gray neighborhood. Yes.


The turkey was deep-fried by my uncle Dan, and we thanksgiving-ed at his Cheasapeake Bay-side pad, with cousins and new spouses and children and significant others.


Said turkey was forced to mingle with stuffing, mashed potatoes, garlicky green beans and hot rolls, because some things never change – because they shouldn’t.


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