We would go out every Thanksgiving with the friends
. even had a big wall tent to eat in
The turkey (George) would go in my oven I had the biggest one.
We have a friend with a special needs daughter, one year she was telling everyone that the turkey was in the bathtub, Her mother asked me what was this all about.
Well the turkey is in the bathtub. The only place I could keep it until ready to go in the oven.
We had a lot of fun those days.
But things change. people die, get divorce, going to go across the line with two couple first time.
Mike did not want to go across had a bad experience when he was camping years ago.
anyway work is calling heading out the door
Need to get some things done before Monday morning.