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| Thanksgiving 2004. A photo essay. |
| It was truly a Thanksgiving of love. |
| Gotta love the white people. Without them, we wouldn't have this holiday. |
| I am grateful for the love of my close friends. |
| Love among the young... |
| the old... |
| the white people... |
| Even though they leave me hanging for the classic "Look sexy!" picture. |
| But judging from the result, they may have been confused because what I really called out was, "Look like an emaciated Steve Buscemi!" |
| Nothing says love like a turkey, lovingly prepared by my dad. |
| Not only was this the second turkey we had over the weekend, it was a 14-pound turkey for just three of us. ("We have big appetites," my dad explained.) Perhaps it's perverse to take the cooked meat of an animal and reshape it into its original form...and well, it is. Perverse, yet impressive, no? |
| Christmas love arrived a little early this year. |
| My mom bought me a jacket (from the forever classy . . . forever sophisticated . . . Forever 21). To make it extra fancy, we caught some squirrels in our backyard . A stitch here, a stitch there, and . . . voila! No faux fur for this foxy lady! |
| "America has its grandeur and its follies . . . but mainly, it's the place where all our stuff is." --L. Simpson |
| The End |