Thanksgiving

I suppose it’s a bit late for a Thanksgiving recap, but I’ve been in a position lately to take more time off, so I spent an entire week in New England with my family, drinking bourbon with Dad, listening to him babble on about how great the Patriots, and once again battling to see who could eat the most. Ugh. Patriots. I left town before they were good, and even though the Seahawks sucked, they managed to grow on me, sort of like mold. I’m sure the Patriots would have done the same if I were back home; it’s a simple matter of football and geography.

Well, the Patriots nearly got beat by the Eagles, in a game where my Dad was alternately wildly apoplectic and fast asleep. At the end of it all, he cursed the NFL for scheduling games and night, and muttered something about the Eagles being incredibly lucky to even be in the game. Naturally, I called him yesterday when the Seahawks beat the Eagles.

Looking back at the last two posts… I am becoming something of a storyteller. Did you see how skillfully I ended each part of the tale, drawing the reader in for more? OK, shut up, I’m doing my best. More tales to come… this all does lead somewhere, I promise.