This is one of those stories I have told before. My thoughts always come back to this every year around Thanksgiving. The events mentioned here are pre-Joanie, and the Thanksgiving memories of our time together, as brief as it was, are subject for another time. Some of you may have seen this before, but the message and the moral is still the same. Happy Thanksgiving.
The Tuna Fish Thanksgiving
As this old guy sits here on the prairie and the Thanksgiving holiday nears, a melancholy wave rolls over me. From my humble Rollohome I sit here with my two Siamese friends and reflect on Thanksgivings past.
This holiday brings back images from other times. Some are images of the type of picture one might expect. There are the images of being home with family, a table groaning under the weight of the food associated with this most American of holidays, and sisters and brother all near and football on TV and after the feast, and a fair bit of wine and for some, naps.
Over the years, my Thanksgivings have been warm and times that I’ve enjoyed with family, going back to my days as a youngster, which basically ended in 1959 when I joined the Army, and would begin missing Thanksgiving at homes, at…
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