Hi Pat,
Thanksgiving this year was a gathering of the Blymyer, Bates, Rinck, Baggerly and Zuckerman clans...from Waltham, Tucson, Hermosa Beach, Venice, Hollywood, Ojai and North Hollywood (I lucked out cause we met in Sherman Oaks). We had a great dinner, some laughs and some reflecting on years gone by.
As always, when bringing up Thanksgivings from the past, the ole tofurkey story was told, one of our favorite tortured Thanksgiving afternoons. It all started when Laurie's friend invited you, me, Laurie and Patrick to dinner. We arrived in time to visit and share a drink and a few snacks but were looking forward to our meal. You, Pat, being the vegetarian had requested to try the Tofurkey, the rest of us thought that would be disgusting and would be having the regular turkey. Well, many hours later...I'm talking many hours later...Laurie's friend was drunk, our turkey was still raw and you were happily eating your Tofurkey with it's little cut out leg. It was a very long afternoon. There's a lot more to the story but Patrick and I especially remember the three of us planning our escape unsuccessfully.
You were missed here at the table. I'd love to be sharing a Tofurkey with you right now, even if it is gross.
Lots of love,
Xochi
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