Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! My parents are in town and dinner is at our house, so I’ll be focusing on Real Life for today.
It occurred to me last night that this is the first time in 20 years that I’ve had Thanksgiving dinner with my parents. When I was in college in San Antonio, I’d drive with my cousins to my aunt and uncle’s house in Wichita Falls for T-Day. After coming to Houston, I did Thanksgiving with friends here until I met Tiffany, after which it’s been Thanksgiving with her family. I flew home for Christmas every year for as long as my parents lived in New York (through Christmas of 1998), and flying during one holiday was enough. This year, my folks agreed to come down here to celebrate Turkey Day. All of us, myself included, were a bit shocked when I said 1983 was the last time we’d been together on this day.
No matter, we’re together now. Have a great day, everyone!