I called my family in Brooklyn this morning, because my niece posted Mom was going crazy because she couldn’t find the cauliflower. I called and my sister Debby answered. Charton residence, she answered professionally. OK Deb, where’s the cauliflower? She laughed and said stored in the bathroom, no room in the kitchen. Mom was cooking and couldn’t talk, getting Debby to ask in a concerned voice if we had somewhere to go. I told her the people who meet for coffee were bringing food to the clubhouse.
It was a great time. I was the only guy there. I told jokes and puns, I have a glorious time. We ate cleaned up and just had general fun. One of our number acts as our organizer and asked each of us what we were thankful for.
I will let my readers chime in here, instead. What are you thankful for?
- ‘Thanksgiving In A Box’ Helping Sandy Victims Celebrate Holiday With Dignity (newyork.cbslocal.com)