i'm going to see the folks i dig; might even kiss a sunset pig
going home in the morning, y'all. first thanksgiving with my side of the family in almost 10 years. what a long strange trip. ever since 1997, i have been doing the turkey thing on the east coast. since 1998, it has been in vermont. and now the prodigal son returns, with wife and child. let's kill us a fatted calf! ok, fine. i'll settle for a fatted turkey.
last year i wrote an ode to the annual pilgrimage, a humble evocation of chaucer. my verse may not compare to bobby plant's brilliant wordsmithery ("the mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake as the children of the sun began to awake -- seems that the wrath of the gods got a punch on the nose and it started to flow" ... genius!) and this year i have much, much less free time on my hands. so therefore you will have to settle for this smaller offering. a haiku: