I wonder how lazy I can be about this Thanksgiving issue. I could drift into reverie — A Child’s Thanksgiving in Bridgeport! — and get five, maybe six hundred words on:
Crowded hectic kitchen
Visitors with dishes and bottles
Crotchets of said visitors [Cousin Dennis, going through Mom’s purse again?]
Banishment from kitchen ‘til ready
MMMmmm [favorite foods,…
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