My most memorable Thanksgivings were celebrations of friendship and diversity, from the mid sixties to the late seventies, when the Deemers, Bradleys, Fuquas, Richardsons and Crookses would gather for food, drink, folk songs and laughter. If out of town for most, in Eugene or San Jose, these celebrations (which began in LA) could last 3 days. We were white, black and yellow, and our friendship was the way America was supposed to work. We ate, we drank, we sang. And we were always laughing.
Nothing matched this since. But that's okay.
Nothing matched this since. But that's okay.
