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Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thanksgiving in a foreign place
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Thanksgiving has arrived.
We have two Thanksgivings under the equal-time act of whenever it was that both sets of parents demanded time. Ours is usually the Sunday before Thanksgiving and then again on the traditional Thanksgiving Day. Sometimes we’re here and other times we travel to Cincinnati where this year we’ll sit down to an afternoon of good food and discussion on how lousy our football teams are doing.
Over the years I’ve enjoyed going to Cincinnati because I like the weather and I like the town. There is nothing named “Peachtree” in Cincinnati but there is a “Pete Rose Avenue” where I like to go and look at the street sign and reminisce how fun it was playing baseball having Pete Rose as my baseball idol. I like to go where Crosley Field was, out near the train station, and imagine Pete Rose giving odds to the clubhouse boys on bets on the horses that afternoon. That’s actually a fairly recent thought which is unfortunate because it really screws up the childhood stuff — too bad.
Thanksgiving up in Cincinnati is fun, though. For some reason I just like to go there on that holiday but I can’t stay much later because it snows. Nothing is worse than having someone from Atlanta in Cincinnati, or anywhere else when it snows.
The last time it snowed I assaulted the nearest grocery store and piled loads of bread and milk into my basket. I was ready for a fight but nobody seemed interested in these two food items. Odd how these people react! How do they survive?
Not one TV station did a story on how the trucks will dispense sand on the highway and I saw a school bus with students in it. They act as if nothing is wrong. No car wrecks. Where am I?
Anyway, I enjoy the time. I eat what I can identify and I speak to people who are familiar looking although I’m not sure where I saw them before. Who cares, there’s football to watch. Detroit plays somebody.

