Showing posts from November, 2013


Mashed potatoes. Gravy. Turkey. Stuffing. Rolls. Oh, those warm buttery rolls. There is something really wonderful about the common Thanksgiving dinner. There is an associated fulfilling warmth that follows the meal.

Today, I'm enjoying the above described meal while watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

This year, above others, I looked forward to eating Thanksgiving dinner more than I ever had. I wasn't really sure why.

As Smeagol argues with himself, and I await the warming up of a plate of seconds, I think I've decided that the warmth of the Thanksgiving dinner is more than just the temperature of the food.

When I was a child, I most looked forward to Thanksgiving for the days off from school. I would spend Thursday, Friday, and the weekend playing video games with my brother or visiting my cousins. There was often an outdoor game of football or something similar, as well.

I don't recall a disappointing Thanksgiving dinner in my youth.

As a child, I was saf…

Fire Songs

I had a really wonderful music experience last night that come up serendipitously. It began when I received an invite to see one of my favorite bands, the North and South Dakotas, play in a barn. The invite included the promise of beverages, food, bonfires, and a trebuchet: all elements that seem necessary for a party that takes place in a barn. I attended, not really knowing what I was in for.

When I arrived, there weren't may people there. I'd say about thirty or so folks were hanging out in the barn and near a small fire that was set up outside of the barn. There were sofas and comfortable chairs set around the fire.

I chatted with members of the band and a couple other friends that were also there. I drank a beer and searched for a cup to pour the whiskey that I had brought in to. Then, I heard that the trebuchet was going to be launched to start the first bonfire.

I walked outside and stood near the trebuchet. A few rolls of toilet paper had been soaking in some sort of…