Left over chili is always good! But.............................................. turkey and ham dinner with two kinds of pie with whipped cream and ice cream for dessert..................<<< I'd rather have some of this!
During Thanksgiving season here the stores have what's called BLACK FRIDAY and have sales. I't nearly impossible to believe that I bought a flat screen TV last Black Friday for our little house way up in the midwest. To make sure it didn't go to waste our daughter's family have been using it on the wall mount I bought for it over six months. Son in law put it up and hooked up cable. I'm thankful it works and our grandson gets to watch cartoons on my TV. We did get to see it for a short time last month. I'm also thankful our grand daughter drove clear across town after school to buy us a gallon of our favorite rootbeer stand rootbeer and our daughter brought a pizza home to enjoy in our new kitchen on our new table in our new old house.
All three grown kids back where we are from are doing a good job taking care of us and all our stuff. Even old stuff. Our daughter put her old but new looking love seat or whatever that one armed sofa is in the living room for extra seating. Now there is a large colonial sofa, a matching highbacked chair, a leather recliner, a few tables with lamps, a grandfather clock, and other junk in the living room. It's bigger than the pictures showed. If everything goes according to plans daughter, husband, two kids, and two dogs will be moving out and into their next new home this weekend. I evicted them! Lots of heavy rains put their house building way behind but it's looking good now. I sent an email to our four year old grandson to leave his blue car bed for me. I like it better than the two regular beds.
The new home they lived in when we bought our old new home was about two miles east. Now their new new home is around four miles sort of North East. One son lives 1 1/2 miles north and the oldest son 18 miles west. We have two couples only around 400' feet down a right of way and several couples we went to school with in 1825 around six miles south west. All of the modern restaurants and stores are maybe four miles east down the new 4-lane bypass which is not yet finished. Hospital and park 3 miles. I choose the park. So it's very handy. Still lots of car cruises and shows around the area and several old friends still have their old cars. Silly satelite acting up.
Wow, dude, your neighborhood sounds very cozy. And Fannie, our Thanksgiving is definitely after our Election Day. Next year, we'll get to see if the White House gets besmirched by any of a number of literal retards on either end of the political yardstick. Nobody wants to stand up anymore and declare they're a Mugwump (Middle-of-the-Road'er; comes from the description of a fence-sitter, who has his "mug" on one side and his "wump" on the other).
Ya wanna hear a little more about our tirp back home. Well you're gonna! The rootbeer stand where our grand daughter got the gallon of rootbeer is on the opposite side of town sort of south of town. It was an A&W rootbeer stand most of my life. Mom and dad took my little brother and I there when we were little. Back then it had curbies but not the long drive under thingie to park. When I got m first car, a maroon 1949 Dodge, I took my girlfriend there for rootbeers. Then we took our own kids there after she got friendlier and became my wife. We'd sometimes order tenderloin samwiches and frosty root beers that came in small or large glass mugs with the writing A&W on them. We'd visit the owner who spent winters in Florida, when the stand was closed. So grand daughter knew grandpa likes A&W rootbeer. Well it ain't A&W anymore but the smart owner knew the secret recipe and makes it the same without the expensive franchise. Fast foward to Sept. 22nd. Grand daughter knew the rootbeer stand was soon closing for the season and we'd probably not get to stop in for our rootbeer and tenderloin fix. She bought a gallon of rootbeer and daughter brought home pizzza. Okay I already wrote about this. What I didn't write was we brought a trunk load of junk from Florida and stored it in the garage of our house there. Next day my wife and I stopped at the house to drop off something else. Wasn't planning on going inside because only the dogs were home and we felt like it wasn't our house with their junk in it. But wife had a nature call as sometimes women do. I went inside with her to talk to the two dogs. While there I decided I need more rootbeer. But I got a brainy idea! I went out in the garage and looked thru the junk I'd brought from Florida. Yep, there they were, two small glass A&W rootbeer mugs. Took them in, washed them, and filled them with rootbeer. Took my wife outside, we got in my late model maroon Impala which was sitting backed in the driveway. I turned on the radio to an old rock-n-roll station. As we sat there sippin A&W rootbeer from A&W rootbeer mugs for a minute I swear I was lookin in the eyes of my sixteen year old girlfriend while sittin in my maroon 49 Dodge. All the while we were starin at Memory Lane thru the windshield. I looked over and saw our new next door neighbors getting in their Suburban. I told my girlfriend...wife... I'll bet they're sayin "there goes the neighborhood"!
The A&Ws that have popped up as part of other restaurants (the two I'm thinking of are both combined with KFCs) do have the separate soda fountain, and though it's far better than the s#!t from Coke and Pepsi, it's not A&W. I also dearly miss the Triple XXX restaurants, although there's one left here in Western Washington, and supposedly the owners get their root beer from someone back east who apparently has the Triple XXX recipe. And in my cupboard, I also have a couple '70s A&W mugs, but sadly, no one to share them with.
If it's Americans who say this, it's really not surprising. Not everyone in America pays close attention to Canada and its ways, and they don't know that Canada has a holiday that is also called Thanksgiving. When these people hear that Canada is celebrating Thanksgiving, they naturally assume that it's the U.S. Thanksgiving being celebrated, and they reasonably wonder why Canadians would celebrate an American holiday.
Well fill a mug with rootbeer and we can pretend we are together. Directly above my head on the wall is a clock of plastic in the shape of a barrel about 14" around. It has a spigot at the bottom. On a small shelf below this is a SHARP'S beer bottle. To the right of this is a baby size, a small, and large A&W original rootbeer mug. We've had those on a living room wall in our homes as long as we can remember. Soon to be on the wall again in Illinois. In my 1955 Chevy wagon is an old original A&W tray, another small mug, a plastic hotdog type basket, an original old menu, and other things from our original A&W back home. Wife got most of those things at yard sales in the neighborhood of the rootbeer stand when they dropped the chain name and went independant. To me the rootbeer tastes different but at my age everything tastes and looks different. Let's be thankful we can still eat and drink on our own.