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The older I get the more I enjoy Thanksgiving. Maybe I'm more greatful, don't know. Wating for my youngest son to come home from college, should be here any minute now. On Thursday we're going to my cousin's. Her father died 6 weeks ago, this was his favorite holiday. He was also my favorite uncle. She asked us over to help fill her day. My dad's bringing her mother (his sister). It will be a very different Thanksgiving but one that I am quite looking forward to. Maybe some tears, for sure some laughs. The food is secondary.
My youngest son is a commercial pilot. He's flying on Thursday. He's overnighting in Montreal, by choice. Just so he could be in a town where all the restaurants are open. Last year he wasn't so lucky laying over in a US city.
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