Monday, November 30, 2015
Thanksgiving
Family and Friends
In the strangest twist of all, Bertram always passed out the
pictures of last year’s Thanksgiving. To much amusement.
Even Uncle Fred forgot his furious Rightyness to laugh
at his images as much as he did all the others.
Well. No pictures this year. No chortling Host, no Hostess,
scarlet in her kitchen mid steam. And no explanation. And Bert
has gone digital. And his companion, Snip, has gone, period.
And Fred has died. Business Leader announced the Gazette.
“Who’d he leave all that dried food to?” Marie asked.
“Screw that! How about the gold?” from her Val.
Our host quipped “The Institute of Enforced Tradition got
everything!”
“I like the enforced part,” mused Hallie, back from her
first year teaching job at UMass. Bert showed her closeup
on the screen of the camera.
“It’s me all right!”
“Beautiful!”
“Baloney!”
Her boyfriend chimed in–-unusual. He mostly says nothing.
“Without force you don’t get tradition.”
“Right up Fred’s alley” toasted our Host. We joined in. The eiswein
cooling our throats.
“You can’t have one without the other,” sang Old-Maid-Jenny.
“That’s Love and Marriage,” laughed her longtime Bud.
“What are those anyway?”
Well, the way it went, photographer less intrusive, Hostess out-
charming the magazine ideal, all of us Norman Rockwell-y, no shit!
Best Thanksgiving ever! Not just because no Fred, but Bert’s former
Snip would blast Mother Teresa.
Labels: digital photography, Furious Right, Love and Marriage, Norman Rockwell, old maid, photography, Right Fear, sniping, table wit, Thanksgiving
