Tom Misuraca's balls
I went to Thanksgiving with 32 friends from my California experiment (now in its sixth groundbreaking year!). In the three years since I've attended this particular event with this group, many of us have gotten married (or remarried) and spawned offspring. Our lives have changed considerably but we are all still svelte and glamorous, clearly benefitting from a stress-free L.A. lifestyle. Also: we're all very wealthy.It is only in the past decade that members of my family have become my friends, but my friends have always been my family. My birth family would have never tolerated Krab-filled mushrooms or empanadas on Thanksgiving (or any day). For these options and many others I am profoundly grateful.
As Time's winged chariot draws near, we are also getting a little nostalgic. Dinner table conversation touched on Blansky's Beauties, the forgotten sixth Happy Days-related show.
More important, our Prog Rock pal Lance read Abraham Lincoln's original Thanksgiving proclamation, making us nostalgic for a time when Chief Executives were literate.
Our hosts, Sarah and Greg Thran, were as usual fantastic collective Misters Rourke to our Barbis Benton and Davids Birney.
I'm grateful for friends who can accommodate the subjects of Nancy Walker, Abraham Lincoln, and shooting a load across someone's rack (nautical jargon) in one dinner. Here are some pictures of American heroes.
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by Marty Barrett at Thursday, November 24, 2005
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