My Thanksgiving plans changed several times. The last time they changed was at 9 on Thanksgiving morning when my brother called to tell me we were eating at 12:30 instead of 3:30.
I had to wait a few days to post about this because for days I was still filled with residual anger instead of the great familial love that has been warming the souls of other Americans.
So after dear brother called I shifted into high gear and headed off with a trunk laden with food. On the way there I had the thought that if I went in the ditch, I could have a Thanksgiving feast by myself in the car.
It was a gray and dreary day. It was snowing again.
Over the river and through the woods to .....
A bar of course. Not just any bar, either. A bar chock full of ambiance. A perfect setting. 
My niece and some guy from Sweden.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Digesting Turkey Dinner
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May I ask, why a bar?
Because in his desperation and with his procrastination, it was the only place my brother could find. ~sigh~
Is that Mackenzie?? It doesn't quite look like her. But I can't really tell!
Now that bar looks might dank on the outside -- just my type of place.
So, apparently a large enough group that you couldn't squeeze into someone's house?
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