The Battle of Thanksgiving

It's the day after Thanksgiving and all is well, except that the wife had to go into work at some ungodly early hour to prepare her store for the horde of shoppers looking for bargains at their charity sale. Didn't I just mention something about unbridled consumption? The good twin, her hubby and the kid are sleeping in and I'm out here writing a post.

We actually had Thanksgiving dinner a day early, the previous evening, as soon as the good twin arrived, and boy was it a culinary experience! Baring any other reason, I would keep my wife simply to let her out of the dungeon once a year to cook this meal, it's THAT good! Luckily, I have plenty of other reasons to keep her and besides, Floridians can't have basements, much less dungeons. Something to do with the water table or sand or something.

Of course, the wild turkeys outside the perimeter were completely thrown off, getting their rest for the next day's planned assault, only to find out the festivities had already occurred. While they probed the defenses, we enjoyed the Tom Cruise movie "War of the Worlds", which I must say was an incredibly intense experience! When you are expecting them to somehow screw up a remake, seeing it come out even better in many respects is a surprising pleasure.

So, yesterday, we slipped out of the compound and drove down to St. Augustine and walked around the old town, window shopping mostly, as most of the businesses were closed for the holiday, but this is the day they light up the town with those tiny lights, which by nightfall gave the whole place an interesting flavor. And, we decided to take the ghost tour, hearing some very fascinating stories of all the ghosts people have encountered in this, the oldest city in North America. Considering all the madness and mayhem that occurred in this place over several hundred years of history, it's no wonder the place is saturated with spirits! Not that yours truly caught a glimpse of anything ethereal.

So my friends, this is just one example of the American Thanksgiving experience, pretty much the same as everyone else's, except that once again THE Michael pulled one over on the insurgent turkey population, because, damn it, I don't care about the circumstances that got us involved in this conflict, but I'm damned well determined to FINISH it, one wishbone at a time, until we can celebrate this holiday in peace. And, unlike a certain dickweed we all know and love, I can't be impeached!