... I'm not feeling swindled. I'm feeling thankful. It's Thanksgiving!
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This is way too early for a "cafe" thread, I can't go to bed at noon.
Cafe doesn't mean go to bed. It means keep going. Chatter on!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and Meade, Professor.
Ann, anybody with a brain can see the amount of thought and work you put into the blog.
Go, have a Happy Thanksgiving, consume the Great Roast Beast, hobnob with your sons.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Who's feeling swindled?
We just finished Immediate Family Thanksgiving. Tonight we will attend Extended Family Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving!
There will be just five of us at the table this year, so Mr. Irene has put a small bird in the oven.
Happy Thanksgiving Meadehouse!
I hope your whole family is together or at least a critical mass.
"Critical Mass" would be a good band name.
Oh and thanks for the post which led me to post a comment which led me to get Instalaunched.
I haven't even put the bird on the barbie yet.
Cafe doesn't mean go to bed.
Althouse Trashes Galt.
We're arguing about whether or not wolves are scary. I say they aren't. They seem shy, not aggressive. And this is why I'm not watching The Grey.
Be thankful you weren't in a plane crash, stranded in the wilderness, and eaten by wolves.
Freeman, it'll definitely change your mind if you do.
We're in the car with a cherry pie for a family Thanksgiving in Milwaukee. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
In real life, I bet Liam Neeson could take two wolves barehanded. Maybe three. I'm pretty sure I could take one, and I am small and not particularly strong.
Once more onto the breach...
Not giving up...
So what's up with the weather in Wisconsin? I'm up during the past summer and it's hotter than hell in July (Florida) and the famously vegetatively green state is all brown from drought. Now I'm back up here in late November and it's still warmer here than back home in North Florida but now it's all green. Sheesh...I wanted the Wisconsin stereotype. Gimme' some snow before I go. "You betcha y'all!"
Does that paper say something about feeling swindled by the postal system?
What do people in Arkansas have for thanksgiving dinner?
It's so not a swindle, since you only get things you want and you pay nothing extra for what I experience as a gesture of encouragement.
I'd like to see an economic analysis.
Where does the money come from before Amazon had it.
It's shorts and tee shirt bike commute weather today and yesterday in Ohio.
Usually it's like that for one or two days in early December, so it's not unusual.
Hot air drifting north means cold air drifting south, though, so it doesn't last long.
Hot air drifting north means cold air drifting south, though, so it doesn't last long.
Climate change is a zero-sum game? How unorthodox--heretical even.
Happy Thanksgiving to all from Boston (Fenway neighborhood) where we're with our son.
Ann, we'll be happy to Amazon through you this holiday season. You've totally earned it.
Hanging out with our son's friends - we are totally positive about the future. They are educated engaging and good people. We'll be in good hands
What do people in Arkansas have for thanksgiving dinner?
Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, rolls, green beans, corn, pumpkin pie, gravy, macaroni and cheese, and cranberry dressing.
At the second Thanksgiving, there will be the same except corn pudding instead of corn and sweet potatoes instead of mashed potatoes plus broccoli rice and more desserts.
Freeman Hunt said...
We're arguing about whether or not wolves are scary. I say they aren't. They seem shy, not aggressive. And this is why I'm not watching The Grey.
Ever read much Jack London or, worse, were you exposed to "Peter and the Wolf" when you were a kid?
My first Thanksgiving alone in a long time. Nothing in the oven, the silver and glassware all in the cabinet, no warm smell of food.
I look at pictures of a happier time.
Maybe I'll order a burrito.
Waiting for Thanksgiving dinner later today. For once I'm not cooking.
I will see all my grandkids tonight. That's unusual in one spot as my older son lives in the Bay Area.
Notre Dame game Saturday. We'll see how next year's quarterback does. Barkley is out. Wittek, the new guy, is a red shirt freshman and is bigger with a better arm than Barkley. We'll see if the SC defense can hold them. Lots of upsets in this series I've been watching for 56 years.
Happy Thanksgiving.
"In real life, I bet Liam Neeson could take two wolves barehanded. Maybe three. I'm pretty sure I could take one, and I am small and not particularly strong."
The thing about wolves is that they hunt in packs. We have family stories about wolf packs following the kids home from school across the frozen lake in Minnesota, and there is a story, too, about great great grandpa in Sweden (the one who's poor wife gave birth to 18 children, 16 who lived, with my great grandpa Per Gustav his youngest born) who spent most of a day inside an upturned barrel as a pack of wolves tried to figure out how to get to him.
No stories about anyone actually getting eaten, though, but that might have more to do with humans being smart enough to avoid it than with the nature of wolves.
"We're arguing about whether or not wolves are scary. I say they aren't."
People shouldn't be afraid of wolves, but looking into the eyes of one is spooky. I did here.
I do not think GOP ever get back the WH. No in 2016. No in 2020.
Each year after the defeat, the GOP will say:
- Rubio, Palin, Jindal, etc. etc.
BUT, but, these are horses and GOP voters are the Foolish owners.
What you need to do is challenge these guys to PERFORM.
DO you understand what I am saying?
Quit dropping their names as horses or your NFL teams.
Instead challenge them:
Rubio should do this bill.
Jindal should pass this thing in LA.
Etc. Etc.
Accomplishments. Performance. Results.
Go for that.
This is probably the first thanksgiving in over 10 years that I haven't spent playing an MMORPG.
I'm not sure how I feel about that.
I've got a game I could play, just for the tradition of the thing, if I really wanted to, but I just haven't done much of that since I went back to school.
I noticed today that my favorite bakery was closed on TG day. I then went to another coffee place, it was also closed.
The first time I have seen that in an urban environment, food places are closed on TG day. Usually, they close at 2pm or so. Now, no one was open.
I know why. Small businesses saving money.
Economy at a show-down on TG day.
I forgot to pick up cranberry sauce yesterday so this morning I boiled the living daylights out of a couple of cups of old cranraisins and a tablespoon or two of diced dried mangoes. I debated adding something to try to get it to set but decided to just let it do it's own thing.
I picked a few wild rose hips and put them in the stuffing.
Pies I made yesterday are cherry (from a can) with fresh blackberries and a custard pie. No pumpkin.
The sad thing is no company. Family is too far away and our friends have plans. Granted, last year we had friends living near and it was sort of frustrating because she has a tradition of big fancy sit-down while I grew up with semi-planned family pot-luck. Half the fun is seeing what someone else actually brings to dinner. Not being trusted to bring edible food was a bit annoying.
And it's not like I can't cook or something. After all, I can make cranberry sauce out of crusty cranraisins and mangoes. :)
We are having a thanksgiving with some friends who are having family problems. No one can get along, even on a good day much less a holiday. So...we invite them over so the family can't barge in on them. Our immediate family is far far away, or taking a cruise, so we rarely have big family get togethers.
I'm making the stuffing casserole, cornbread, apples, dried apricots, craisens, celery, onions, mushrooms. Roasted garlic mashed red potatoes, gravy for those who must have it. Dumbplumber is getting ready to deep fry a turkey and hopefully not burn down the workshop. Good thing I bought some rolls as back up since it appears I'm having yeast failure. Company is bringing the pies, vegetable side dish and green salad.
Yummy. Ready to sit down now, finally! and about to crack open a Blue Moon beer.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.
@ Synova. Don't buy Minecraft. It is addicting :-)
Freeman-no corn bread stuffing? No okra?
BTW-had a conversation with my daughter a few weeks ago. She was waxing rhapsodical about much she enjoys your comments and how she regards you as a women of great wisdom. I agreed with her.
Wolves are scary in the folktales for a reason. There is nothing cute about them.
No swindling going on here in Northern California -- just a moment to say thank you to you, Anne Althouse, for providing me, a 66 year old gramma, with all kinds of fun and inspiration, and challenges, and more fun again for all these years. Hope your Thanksgiving is delicious.
Lavinia
Happy Thanksgiving, Ann and Meade! And Happy Thanksgiving to the other Althouse commenters, too. Thank you all for making this a thought-provoking and entertaining place to be. Hope you all had lots of turkey and dressing and pie. May your teams win, today, too (unless you're a Mizzou fan -- Gig 'em, Aggies!).
I had the distinct feeling of being swindled Nov 6, about 11PM eastern. Even more so after the results from Philly were reported.
I get a thank you note exactly on Thanksgiving day from a PhD student I supervised and graduated. He started this tradition the year he graduated and has kept it up for more than 6 years now. He now has a beautiful baby girl and sends me her pictures. It feels good.
A doctor on TV said that in order to have inner peace in our lives after this 2012 election, we should always finish things that we start. Since we all could use more calm in our lives, I looked around my house to find things I'd started & hadn't finished.
I finished a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, tha mainder of Valiuminun scriptins, an a box a choclutz. Yu has no idr how fablus I feel rite now.
Sned this to all ur frenz who need inner piss. An telum u luvum.
Amen.
Palladian said...
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I would give you my husband's famous vegetarian chili with your burrito if you were in my neck of the woods.
The trick is be around a lot of food but not eat very much.
It comes from the comfort of being around a lot of very attractive rich food and being satisfied with just tastes here and there.
Mentally emotionally it goes like this: you're at a gathering today, say a pot luck, which are hardly the result of luck when organized by obsessive compulsives, it's more of a 'serving dish certainty.' At any rate you might be faced with a table of attractive pies. What to do?
Those pies are nice. I'm thinking about rubbing one all over my body right there. They look good enough to have sex with, but certainly not eating, that would be ridiculous.
Everyone was already seated and I alone standing.
"Stop staring at the goddamn pies and just take one!" Is what was yelled at me for admiring the pies as art, for too long apparently.
By a a fat guy who had arranged single pieces of separate pies, separate types of pies, into the shape of one entire pie on his plate, and then later did that again I noticed, so he ate two whole extremely rich pies of such wild variations in pieces it would be impossible for the brain to compute and appreciate while he is shoving individual pieces of art, now barely identifiable heaps, into his pie hole.
and incidentally weighs at least twice as myself.
Extraordinary. It was funny to the group there. But honestly, come on. There's more around the corner. There's more at the next gathering. There's more tomorrow. There's a similar thing next week if you like. Happy Thanksgiving everybody, the bounty is truly astounding, and thank you especially, Hostess Professor Ann, for making this place available and keeping with it.
LOL Chip.
I've been thinking of ways to appreciate the variety without necessarily eating too much. The first thing was to realize that all the various goodies don't have to be available *today* and then eaten before it all goes bad.
So the pumpkin pie and pecan pie have to wait... just not until Christmas.
And I don't quite get the notion of having a ton of snacks all over while the meal is being prepared. I should fill up on cheese and crackers and salami? And then eat a feast?
I don't get that.
On Saturday I stopped at a Best Buy in Boynton Beach FL and there was one tent set up, and a woman in a lawn chair nearby. On Wednesday I had to go back to the same store to return the incompatible DDR that they sold me (along with assurances it was the right stuff), and there were 8 tents and a growing community of "line campers" (I don't know, what would you call them besides "idiots"?) I have scoped the "door busters" and the best possible savings appears to be on a laptop which might arguably be offered at about 50% of its ordinary price, or perhaps a savings of $180. So, assuming the first camper arrived on Saturday and spent 144 hours camped out, that would be about $1.25/hour of waiting. Now, you could be unemployed and have an opportunity cost of $0, or have some children who can hold the place in line cheaply. But all in all, this is nucking futz! Everyone should just stay home, comfortably, and buy through Amazon via the Althouse blog-site. That is all.
We had turkey and stuffing, brussell sprouts that I made on the grill because the oven / stove was full, sweet potatoes, a rice/quinoa dish, salad and cornbread.
The pumpkin pie had a gluten free crust. Plus brownies and Chocolate mousse.
Very thankful for the fine weather today.
Happy Thanksgiving!
There is, still, much to be thankful for.
Don't let the bastards get you down.
Live life, and love.
Synova said...
"And I don't quite get the notion of having a ton of snacks all over while the meal is being prepared. I should fill up on cheese and crackers and salami? And then eat a feast?
I don't get that."
We do that.
We don't eat lunch, and we eat Thanksgiving dinner at, well, dinner time.
And, while fixing dinner, we drink.
So, yeah, cheese, salami, crackers, etc., go well with beer and, before too long before dinner, Manhattans.
No one has sliced their thumb off.
Yet...
Was 60 degrees here, two birds on the grill made to perfection by the sons in law. Only one missing from our table this year.
Happy Thanksgiving Ann, Meade and Althousians.
My wife has been shopping for a Nikon 7000. She was at work today when she found out that it was a "door buster" at Best Buy. She just ordered it on line and didn't have to be there at midnight.
A fine lunch with the family, followed by a relaxing day, now watching The Hatfields and the McCoys on the History Channel. An excellent Thanksgiving.
We have a local wildlife refuge, OK more like a mini zoo. They have a collection of wolves. We were there during feeding time. The wolves were fed frozen chicken drumsticks. The "handler" would toss in the a few at a time. The wolves would eat them whole in nanoseconds. It was a frightful sound listening to crunch.
I asked the owner about the choking hazard for chicken bones. Not a problem he said because the chicken was frozen.
Thanksgiving came from Whole Paycheck this year I finally got my photos from Israel and Switzerland uploaded - we got back just a couple of weeks before the "conflict"-- so my SIL and I spent some time identifying and tagging them.
I want to thank Ann and Meade for another year of intriguing, effervescent and informative blogging. Thank you also to all of the commenters who have made this year so interesting and instructive. A special shout out to Meade for pulling me back from the edge on November 7. Last, I am grateful for Garage Mahal who has borne the burden of the Liberal mantle here with grace and wit. The world would be a better place if there were more like him in the Democrat party. There are so many others I can't name them all. I am very thankful that I made it through another year without anybody in my congregation finding out that I hang out here. It let's me let my hair down, what is left of it.
But without the Professor we wouldn't have all this. Ann, you are one of a kind, a treasure in the Blogoshpere, brilliant in intellect, graced with the eye and soul of an artist and possessed of heart for truth. May God continue to bless you and Meade on your journey.
Palladian is bumming me out.
Thanks for the memories, Ann and Meade. It is always great fun stopping by here.
Best wishes for even better days ahead.
We have always lived far away from family; some years we have gathered with friends; one memorable year I cooked for a houseful of young unmarried servicemen far from home; a couple years we made our own little turkey and those years were sad. This year no invitations were forthcoming and I wasn't up to extending my own invitations to various strays so we threw some potato chips and Little Debbie cakes into the minivan and took the kids geocaching a couple hours from home in a beautiful small south Texas town. We visited the municipal park on the river, read old gravestones in German and Spanish in the cemetery, saw crazy fuzzy caterpillars and more than a few deer and thankfully no snakes and no one needed any epinephrine so it was a good day.
I still wish I were spending it with lots of cousins and the smell of turkey and celery in the air like I did when I was a girl, but we get what we get and we don't get upset.
I am thankful to all the wise and witty people at this blog who teach me something every time I stop by, and to our hostess for providing the venue for stimulating discussion.
Caplight, we're in a part of Arkansas that is not very culturally Southern.
As for the compliment, what a nice daughter you have! Thanks.
Synova, I like the wolves around a barrel story.
A wolf pack would be scary. Individual wolves, however, don't seem particularly strong, pound for pound, compared to other predatory animals, though I could be wrong about that.
We watched Jaws again recently. What a great movie,
Only fourteen for Thanksgiving this year. Every other year we get 26. Mostly older kids this year.
Hopefully no one took the rage that was building from watching that very poorly timed video posted here of the girl getting whacked in London out on their libtard sister-in-law during Thanksgiving dinner. I didn't. Thankfully.
To those who are interested, the carrot gravy had great texture but zero flavor. Fortunately we had lots of real gravy.
And lastly, so much thanks to the Meadehouse for having opened their virtual home for so many all these years.
The eyes of Texas are upon TC
U.
Our entire Thanksgiving Dinner Conversation:
Me: I'm thankful for my family, for my kids. Eat a bite of the greenbeans.
Child #4: Ew. No.
Husband: Who passed me the cranberries?
Me: I did. No one between us will eat them.
Child #3: I'm thankful for my siblings, for everyone here.
Child #4: Really, even me?
Child #3: I guess so.
Child #4: Huh.
Husband: I'm full. Why can't I eat more? I used to be able to eat more?
Child #1: I'm the best of all your kids. Also, I'm not going to play Planetside tonight, it's not a game that is relaxing and I want to relax. And I have homework. Four days to do it, so that's good. And work tomorrow so... that.
Child #4: What flavor is the custard pie?
Me: Custard flavor.
Child #4: Aw, MOM!
Me: Okay then, vanilla.
And that's it. How long does it take to eat anyhow?
(Child #2 is at Grandma's house.)
Synova
We had several Thanksgiving dinners like that when we lived far away from either family. Now we're Thanksgiving central for three generations. Thanksgiving central is exhausting, but much better.
The New York J-E-T-S Jets are not having much fun on Thanksgiving day.
Down 35-0 near the end quarter #2.
It's fun watching the buffoon X Ryan on the sidelines
I love Thanksgiving, but the nudge in me says it should be balanced by a national day of fasting.
(Ducking!)
Thanks, Althouse, for all the hard work you do here and for giving us a place to kvetch, among other things.
"So what if he was a big righty asshole", said Althouse when Limbaugh got dinged for jokingly calling Fluke a slut.
Oh wait --- she didn't. Here she is:
"Even when you get the joke and agree with the criticism of the policy she's advocating, it feels ugly. The humor backfires."
I guess when Condi is the butt of the "joke", that's OK.
Well....all right then!!!
Maybe I'll order a burrito.
The burrito place was closed.
Indian food.
My 5 year-old daughter who only eats bologna and chicken nuggets with ranch, basically devoured mashed potatoes, cranberries, sweet potatoes and lima beans today.
That's how good this food was!
Well, that was fun while it lasted.
Maybe I'll order a burrito.
The burrito place was closed.
Indian food.
Namaste!
Worked outside today, and around 10 o'clock this morning, I was wearing only a tee shirt under the bibs. Right now the wind is out of the NW at about 25-30 mph and there is snow on the ground.
Best turkey I'ge ever made. My wife did almost everything else, and our kids and guests made the day great. We are lucky.
The oldest, slowest, laziest dog here happened to be dozing uncharacteristically right under the counter when we were scraping the remaining meat off the carcass. A large, slippery piece fell on the floor, right in front of her nose. Lucky.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone :)
I'm exhausted from both cooking and eating, but all four pies (pecan, pumpkin, apple, and cranberry pear ginger) came out great. I had some trepidations since I used Cooks' Illustrated pie crust recipe/method for the first time (yes, I know experimenting for a holiday meal may not be the best idea). You use the food processor to cut in the fats (mostly butter, a little shortening) and you replace half the water with vodka. The main drawback of this dough is that it needs to be chilled for an hour after mixing, and then chilled again after being rolled into the plate before filling and baking, so it's kind of a pain in the ass. But it's incredible, flaky with a delicate crumb. I try never to overwork my pie dough but even just a quick single rolling out can make it tough, so I really appreciated the tenderness that this recipe yielded. I might try my regular cutting-in method and use the vodka and see if I can get a good result without having to wait around for 90 minutes while the crust is vacationing in the fridge.
We had a friend over, but all of our family is far away. I got to talk to most of them, though, and have conversations longer than "How's it going?" - "Fine."
Everyone should have Thanksgivings full of good people and things like this.
Best turkey I'ge ever made. My wife did almost everything else, and our kids and guests made the day great. We are lucky.
The oldest, slowest, laziest dog here happened to be dozing uncharacteristically right under the counter when we were scraping the remaining meat off the carcass. A large, slippery piece fell on the floor, right in front of her nose. Lucky.
I have used Ann's Amazon link to make a recent purchase. It was easy, it cost me nothing extra, and it put a little (well-deserved) money in Ann's pocket. What's not to love about that?! (wink)
Enjoyed the comments about your children, one of my biggest regrets in life was not having any, that and a Norton I shouldn't have sold.
Had a great time at one of my sister's with my huge family. Ate turkey, smoked turkey, honey bake ham and prime rib. Too many sides and deserts to mention.
Spent most of the day in my sister's back yard smoking cigarettes and corrupting my many sisters' grandchildren, teaching them mostly made-up "bad" words. They think I'm a GOD.
Oh, carrot gravy? What were you thinking?
The Thanksgiving Lefties are Faking
The Gestures of Thanks They are Making
To the Trough They are Tethered
Thine Giblets be Severed
Thanksgiving Hath Becometh ThanksTaking.
Vodka in dough would evaporate somewhat at least. It's one way to have liquid early but not later as with bringing the dough together as a liquid and rolled out somewhat wet but not so wet when it goes in the oven. I think. It was the solution to a problem on America's Test Kitchen.
ALERT: TOS TOS TOS!
One kind of pie dough flakeage results from flour-coated pea-size particles of fat that are smashed. The individual smashed peas bake into flakes.
Another kind of dough flakeage results from water within butter evaporating when it steams. Cold butter is pounded onto dough and folded into layers repeatedly chilling between pounding sessions. The 20% water in butter steams and goes )))puff((( and layers form as leafy dough bakes.
Those approaches can be combined.
Processed doughs tend to be overprocessed past pea size. It's natural to pulse once or twice extra which tends to homogenize the flour and butter too much. The crusts are flaky enough, crumbly actually, and they're fine, but they're more like a commercial cookie than a rustic farm hand-made flaky pie crust imho.
Blessings to Althouse and Meade, and thanks for another year of blogging.
I have been an unhelpful commenter of late, and offer my apologies.
I think the rolled up pillsbury crusts are pretty good. Better if you roll them just a little after flattening them out. The crusts premade in a pan, crusts alone or with a pie in them are hideous. Unless it's graham cracker crusts, of course.
Happy Thanksgiving all.
Palladian said:
Indian food.
Squanto?
Dinesh.
Honestly, I'm way more thankful in surprising ways for a remarkable number of all of you, especially given everything, than I'd bet most of you know. Hey, life! : )
Someone gave me pie pans with the little holes in the bottom for venting. Once I stretched the dough to make a third pie crust. Unfortunately, it was a pecan pie.
Incidently, be sure your pecan pie recipe includes salt. Otherwise it turns out too sweet for me when you send me a slice.
Ha, Palladian! We had Indian, too. My son thought it was close to being a great irony.
My kids are far away, being well taken care of by a dear friend. I found it easy not to really celebrate Thanksgiving here (although I finally found a turkey and will make it this weekend). It's important not to put too much emphasis on any one day in this long life, but to make sure every day you are treating the people in your life in the way that makes your life beautiful.
Other kind of crackers work for Graham cracker style crusts too, like animal crackers. Process to dust then mix melted butter and press into pan as usual. They're vanilla flavor to begin with so they take additions easily, like cinnamon, ginger, specks of clove, etc.
If you are low carbing , nut flours/meals mixed with butter and sweetener make a wonderful crust for cheesecakes and cream pies. I made a pumpkin swirl cheesecake with ground pecan crust and chopped pecan topping, drizzeled with dark chocolate. It was almost too pretty to eat and even non lowcarbers loved it. Unfortunatly it was gobbled up and there was none left over for me to take home.
Insomnia after sleeping four hours:(
Short answer, yes.
I am feeling swindled by the political system. Swindled by community organizers across the country operating in unison, in union, along with the press, and down to their everyday common operators, my own acquaintances, to distort our system. Electoral corruption at all levels in all sorts of ways, documented, a carelessness toward election laws combined with unhealthy obsession that endures throughout non-election years. And then projecting that distortion-obsession onto their opponents by declaring voter suppression. Yes, I fell swindled by the likes of the education group that sent the pictured letter. My answer is yes, by people like them, who created this whole atmosphere of admissions discrimination, and this environment of racial obsession and racial tension and identity grievance politics and income discontentment, and work so hard to keep all that alive.
McTriumph, I have a recently restored 1968 650 Triumph Tr6 Trophy available.
Formerly rick, now Humperdink.
It's late 1936 again. We will be swindled more in the future, when historians write about how Obama saved the economy.
Spent a great Thankgiving with family and friends. We have a diversity of political opinions, which we all respected by NOT having any political discussions whatsoever.
This allowed us to enjoy the most important things in life, family, good friends, good food, bourbon.
On the other hand, afterwards, there was that Jets game. Oy.
Idiot.
Me.
Forgot to thank AA for this blog which lets me rant and keeps me sane.
A "tank" you will be processed shortly.
Well. Thank god that's over.
My trout fishing trip got swindled today because of this effing wind. Grrrr.
Always work Thanksgiving, anyway if you have a play for pay job.
I too, should express thanks to AA for my favorite read on all matters political.
This is without question my favorite holiday weekend. Family comes in for the feast. Deer hunting season commences Monday. Monday is darn near a state-wide holiday in Pa. Schools are closed except in the big cities. We'll have 4 guys traipsing through my patch of woods.
Happy Hunting Humperdink Humperdink Humperdink
Humperdink said...
McTriumph, I have a recently restored 1968 650 Triumph Tr6 Trophy available.
I'm full up on antique Triumphs. I have actually been parsing them out to my youngest brother and nephews, before I'm dead. Seems I only ride the new ones anyway.
A 68 TR6 is quite a bike, should be easy to sell. Have you tried the Delphi Forums? Ten years ago I'd be on my way to PA. Often rode my frater's TR6 to Lawrence, Kansas to chase hippy girls. I left my Bonnie in KC, I wasn't allowed to own a motorcycle on campus during football season. Rules are for suckers.
Yes I was a jock, but you could already tell that by my complete abuse of written English.
Hunperdink
I have visions of The Deer Hunter. Are you going to do the Robert De Niro part. Good hunting, have fun and be safe.
Meant Humperdink, not Hunperdink. I didn't take typing in high school either.
McTriumph, The bike is a wonderful bike.... been in the family since 1969. My brother owned it first. He took it to Florida in 1968. Lost interest. It sat in a tin shack in Florida for many years. Became a rust bucket. I was after him for many years to sell it to me. He got cancer and then gave it me. I had it shipped up to Pa. My goal was to restore it and take it back to him before he passed. I didn't make it. Esophageal cancer is unforgiving. No one else in the family is interested in it. I will probably wait until spring to try to move it.
In the late 60's early 70's, the Triumph Bonnie was THE bike. Marlon Brando rode one in the Wild One, Evil Knievel @ Caesar's Palace, Steve McQueen in The Great Escape. Great history.
Coreection: took it to Fl in the mid 70's. Proof reader went on strike .... member of the SEIU. ha.
Humperdink
British bikes were the thing when I was growing up. I never got it out of my system. Harleys seems to be the thing now days, but in my formative years only old men, cops and meter maids rode HDs, now it's road pirates. Most my age think I'm nuts for still riding, but it's cheaper than a psychiatrist.
Yes Triumph has a interesting pop culture history. Brando was riding his own bike in the Wild One. McQueen and Bud Elkins, a famous southern California Triumph dealer, were famous for racing them. Elkins actually did the jumps in Escape. Then there's Clint Eastwood, an owner, always using Triumphs in his chase scenes. Knievel always rode Triumphs till HD offered cash. Let's not forget James Dean's famous white Bonnie. Of course I'm sure Professor Ann gets all squishy remembering Bob Dylan riding his Triumph and the album cover. I can't remember if Dylan had a TR6 or Bonneville, maybe the Professor knows.
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