I’ve been thinking about the Okie Thanksgivings of my youth in the 1960’s. And Dying Down Here in New Zealand, where it is just not the same, turkey notwithstanding. I really miss the “Turkeydays” of my youth, when you pulled the drapes shut tight to keep the bright sunlight out as you camped […]
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