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It's Sunday night….

It’s sunday night and most of us have been in our family mode for the last four days.   Thursday was Thanksgiving and in Texas this year it was 75 degrees and bright sunshine.  My brother-in-law David fried a turkey right before my eyes.  I let that be my job this year while everyone else was scurrying around…I watched the turkey fry.

If the oil is 375 degrees it requires about 45 mins. to cook a turkey that is a little larger than a football to perfection.  The most acceptable receptical for a just cooked bird seems to be the cardboard bottom from a emptied case of beer.  Lying on the grass no one cares if some of the grease drains on to the ground so it seems a perfect mission for someone like me to shread the turkey.  The good news is that the grease in the skin cools quickly and the crisp salty skin is delicious.  The bad news is that deeper in the flesh it stays hot longer.  That is, in part, why I am just now writing this.

As we head back to work tomorrow I hope we all remember …. we live in the greatest country in the world at exactly the right time.  Our country, like ourselves, has short comings.  But we and the good ol USA can rise to the challenges.  My hope for you is that you can see your part in all this and that you act … for all our sakes.

Happy Thanksgiving