This week, President Obama pardoned a turkey.
This isn't an Obama thing. U.S. presidents of both ilks have run the same lame publicity stunt for years.
How many years? Some say the tradition started during the Kennedy administration. The Kennedy administration was a long time ago. Most people were what I like to call "not born yet" when JFK first used the power of his office to pardon a turkey.
A sigh is just a sigh, or so the song says.
I beg to differ.
A few nights ago, someone asked me if a pizza I was eating was as good as another I'd had recently. I couldn't answer. It wasn't because one was so much better than the other. It was more because they were two different dishes with the same name.
Last serving of leftovers!
In this final part of the trilogy, I am invited to Thanksgiving dinner by the cranberry sauce making girlfriend that I did not kill.
Young me was a quiet, respectful guy. I never talked myself into a bad spot. And then there was that Thanksgiving. Love, death, cranberries and an inexplicable verbal outburst combined. The result was me learning what “time to leave” looked like.
The final portion of this trilogy, first published last year – Everyone Loved Dorcas.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
I continue my re-run of three posts relating to my college girlfriend with an incident that happened after the whole nasty business with nearly killing her.
Today’s reading is from 2010. It was the first of this trilogy that I wrote, but it fits in the second position in the series and foreshadows the third piece that I didn’t have a plan to write at the time.
It covers my dislike of asparagus and my inability to grasp the fact that a person could make their own cranberry sauce if they wanted to. No, the combination of the near death incident and this cranberry matter did not cause this woman to toss me aside.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Cranberry Sauce, A Recipe For Disaster.
Busy week this week for me. Yes, I know, it’s a busy week for a lot of people. I’m the one who’s here though and I’ve got a bunch happening plus original pieces due on Saturday for the other sites I write for – Long Awkward Pause and The Nudge Wink Report.
To help me get through the week, I’m re-running a series of true stories tied together by the innocent protagonist in all three pieces – the young woman I dated in college.
I wrote the three stories out of sequence. The story I’m giving you today was the first one to occur, but I wrote it second – in 2011. I’m not sure why you’d need to know that. Perhaps there will be a quiz later.
Please enjoy The Story of That Girl, The One I Almost Killed – a completely non-violent tale of love and (near) death.
PS…this would also be a good time to subscribe to Long Awkward Pause and Nudge/Wink.
Last year, someone told me about Elf On A Shelf. Elf On A Shelf is a way to milk a little more good behavior out of young children around Christmas.
The way this works is that you buy an elf doll and put it in your house. You tell your little one that the elf works for Santa and is in the house to see who is being naughty or nice. The elf supposedly goes to the North Pole to report to Santa every night, so you’ve got to move him while your children sleep.
Theoretically, with this elf watching what goes on in their home, kids won’t chance being caught misbehaving.
This elf business has become a business. Elf dolls, books and assorted other paraphernalia are sold to support this “tradition”.
You know what isn’t really for sale? Tradition. Tradition happens, tradition develops. Tradition doesn’t come with a receipt, except at Christmas. Read the rest of this entry »
You might think that after two weeks of seeing my nation go from a government "of the people, by the people" to being ruled by hissy fit that I would write about the government shutdown. If so, you would be wrong. Another fascinating story from the other side of the world has gotten my attention.
This week, the writers of Long Awkward Pause are taking on another reader suggested topic – movie remakes. Do you see where I got the title of this post?
I’m over there today with the solution to the movie business’ penchant for reworking movies that someone else has already done better.
Come on over and see how I’d fix that problem. You can go right to my post, but it’d be even better if you start with the post by Long Awkward Pause’s manager, Howard Ganz. Howard introduces the topic and gives you the schedule of when each writer will have the floor.