Ah, Thanksgiving. My favorite holiday.
Sitting here pounding out this message, I have Pandora tuned to playing Thanksgiving songs softly in the background as I plan the logistics for our Thanksgiving Day feast. Kfred Jr. 1 and Goldilocks will be joining us along with Marv, the Neighbor, and his wife as well. The plan is to barbeque a turkey this year while Marv, the Neighbor, plans to augment the menu with a deep fried bird as well. There should not be a shortage of food.
I am having a bit of dilemma though as my black knicker pants and black top with the white contrasting cuffs and collar did not get finished by the cleaners in time this year. My entire holiday mood around this day is heavily influenced by my attire and, now, I only have my Pilgrim hat available for use. This is more than a bit troubling as I may have to resort to the true and tired Indian get-up.
I just don't know the connection Ghandi had with our forefathers.