Thanksgiving Day, Thanksgiving Day Good old Thanksgiving Day

We were going over the river and through the woods to mothers house for Thanksgiving dinner; we weren’t in a sleigh; a Jeep Liberty was the mode of transportation. My sister and I were cold and tired from working all morning parking cars at the annual Thanksgiving football game and probably overdoing the night before; we tend to get a little punchy and very silly when we set off on an adventure and Turkey day was no different.

A song came across the radio; a good one; Pearl Jam “Try to be a better man” ; so I began to sing; because the words were garbled; so were mine; well my dear sister; whose humor runs through the same vein as mine; began to belt out her thanksgiving version; which went “trying to find a butter knife”. We laughed so hard we shook; the song was re-sung sporadically throughout the afternoon; especially when we sat down to dinner with the butter knives starring at us.

I have relayed this story to many friends who shared in the laughter and image of the camaraderie of the two of us. The shear hilarity of the renaming of the song, is one for the books. This Thanksgiving jingle will go on for years; every time I use a butter knife I will think of the grey November day when a simple song became a lasting laugh out loud.

Thanks for many things in life; especially the humor we find with those we care so much about. .