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Pass the rolls!
Thanksgiving always brings back memories of my step-grandfather Ralph, a pathological liar who I’m fairly certain was in the witness protection program. (He looked the part, and his surname was Martinis). Ralph was fat and hairy, a dead ringer for the “Time to Make the Doughnuts” guy. My paternal grandfather, after eyeing a shirtless Ralph,…
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Thanksgiving in Toomsboro
I’ve written about my paternal grandfather (not to be confused with my infamous step-grandfather) before. Pop Pop Boone was a master storyteller with incredibly bad judgment and questionable character. Not surprisingly, we were close. Most Thanksgivings were spent in Toomsboro, where my dad grew up. It wasn’t even a one-stoplight town, and even natives like…
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My sister’s rehearsal dinner
When my older sister married her husband, families from opposite ends of the good fortune chain uncomfortably merged. His was born into old money; hers (mine) born in holes, equipped with shovels. The rehearsal dinner was at a navy blue-blooded private club in a Buckhead high-rise. I was seated next to my late Aunt Babs, a truly gifted…
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