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Don’t let her rub you the wrong way.

It was about two days away from Thanksgiving. I’m guessing it was 1958 and I was in the eighth grade. Maybe I was fourteen or fifteen. Don’t really remember. But anyway, My lot in life at that time was to walk to school and walk home. I walked every day. Ever since first grade. ToContinue reading “Don’t let her rub you the wrong way.”

Miles Standish was born too soon.

Here is what the Pilgrim women folk didn’t have on their Thanksgiving menu. A Butterball turkey bronzed, succulent, and deliciously stuffed. With a side of giblet gravy over fluffed mashed potatoes. Fluffed with real creamery grade A butter with sea salt and fresh ground black pepper. Then the forever requested and ubiquitous green bean casseroleContinue reading “Miles Standish was born too soon.”