Our family celebrated Thanksgiving yesterday by allowing 13 additional ghosts, I mean guests, I mean  people in our home.   This included three dogs and two felines.  I guess that makes it 18. Why? Why?  Why?  (Where were Nancy Kerrigan and her nemesis when we needed them the most?) That’s a bad Olympic joke, but if you google it, you’ll get it.

Honestly, I think we had a wonderful time.  My wife’s favorite memory wasn’t the turkeys, the stuffing, or the dressing.  She loved the laughter, but she also loved me not having a meltdown, much like an undisclosed member of our family.  She also loved me sitting down to watch a game with my brother, Jerry.  She knew I could relax.  Thanks, Jerry.

I didn’t have to start the guests’ engines like my father used to do resulting in their funny departure.  Remarkably, I really didn’t want anyone to leave.

Onward to Christmas.  I don’t care who shows up.  As long as there is laughter and love, who really cares about the food?…….other than me.  (the turkeys turned out pretty good, but the gravy and guests were better).

Ben