Where I grew up, the kids would play a game where they would sneak up on a sleeping cow and tip it over. Never played it myself, though we did have cows in the field right next to our house when I was very young. At that age, even if I wanted to, I don't think I was big enough to tip a cow.
I remember sitting on the floor of my grandmother's house in Roselle, New Jersey, on Thanksgiving morning watching the parade. Back in those days, we had Underdog, Mickey Mouse, Kermit the Frog. In all the years I lived in Manhattan, I never went to the parade. On a few occasions, I did go up the night before (in the freezing cold) to watch them inflate the huge balloons.
There's a lot to be said for a fresh apple crisp, right out of Mom's oven. This one is still too hot to eat...now, if I could only eat ice cream. Where's my Lactaid when I need it!
Well, we did it again! We re-elected a President because of his superior morals. I guess sending 1100 people to their deaths in a personal vendetta is less immoral than a stained blue dress. Or going AWOL versus not inhaling. This, plus six states voting to prevent gay marriage, really gives me faith in the people of the great nation of ours.
Thanks for voting!
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