11/25/2025 12:13:47 PM PST
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When I was in third grade I played Governor Bradford in our Thanksgiving pageant. My lines were, “Greetings Squanto. Greetings Samoset. Welcome to the first Thanksgiving.”
We had finished rehearsal and I was behind the stage curtain bouncing a basketball when someone came in and said that Kennedy had been shot. One of my classmates was named Kennedy so I didn’t make anything of it. Back in Mrs Coffee’s homeroom the school principal came on the intercom and spoke for a long time.
When I got home my mother was crying which confused me because I new that we had supported Nixon in the election. There were no cartoons on TV for days; felt like years.
How time flies.
A buddy of mine was a fur trapper (strictly from commercial). He gifted me several pounds of Canadian lynx which I prepared as a stir-fry. I found it a little stringy, tasted fine. What I didn’t care for was picking cat hairs out of my teeth.