Be they silly or serious, I LOVE traditions. Let’s take for example the grand old American * Thanksgiving tradition of pardoning turkeys, shall we? A proud tradition dating back to the time of Harry Truman, and in honor of which President Bush took the occasion to pardon two said turkeys just yesterday.President Bush announced - based on an internet poll - that the turkey’s names were ‘May’ and ‘Flower’. Ahhhh, isn’t that precious?
Well at least it’s more PETA appropriate than Vice President Cheney's contribution of ‘Lunch’ and ‘Dinner’. (Shame, shame on you Dick Cheney).
May and Flower are now happily on their way to Disneyworld where they will be the Grand-marshal’s of the Thanksgiving Day Parade, and where thereafter I am sure they will live a pixie dust and gumdrop filled life of leisure and luxury somewhere on South Beach. It brings a tear to my eye. And if you think I jest, then you don’t know me very well.
And with that, I leave you with this...
"Piglet noticed that
"Piglet noticed thateven though he had a
Very Small Heart,
it could hold a rather large
amount of Gratitude."
* Oh be quiet you Canadians, we know you have a Thanksgiving too (and yes, yours probably pre-dates ours), but I am talking about the REAL Thanksgiving.
2 comments:
I don't know why but watching the turkey's get pardoned makes me all happy inside also!
Anyways, Delaney and I just stopped by to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving!
We love you and are looking forward to seeing you next month!
Now I have a confession: I didn't know about this lovely tradition. As usual, I come away from you better informed.
Here's another confession that may shock and offend: I hate turkeys. Okay, I'm sure they're really nice when they're out it the open air and stuff. I used to work custodial in the Widstoe Building, though, and on the very top floor there was this huge, smelly, noisy kennel of turkeys that were used for I-don't-know-what. And they were SO GROSS! I guess I should've taken pity on the poor things, all trapped in their yucky cages. But, while most lab workers disposed of their gross refuse in special trash cans that I didn't have to deal with, those workers (who I guess didn't have to worry) disposed of cage cleanings in the regular cans. Getting that trash into the dumpster on the ground floor was one of the most dreadful jobs I've ever had, and I'll remain forever traumatized by it.
But I'm sure May and Flower would never have wanted an innocent undergrad just trying to earn some rent money to suffer as I did...
Oh I hope I didn't gross you out by telling that story. Anyway, big hugs from all of us!
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