Ah, Thanksgiving. By now lucky reader your belly is surely full of turkey. While football plays in the background, your Uncle Mel is fast asleep on the couch. And, your mom, grandmother, and old high school basketball coach are gathered in the dining room sipping coffee with their pumpkin pie. Tomorrow your big sister and her friends will head down to the mall for Black Friday, but today it is time for rest.
However, before the tryptophan kicks in completely we at the Northeast Underground are keeping the feast going the only way we know how, with music. And what better tune for the hungriest of holidays than Arlo Guthrie’s classic protest anthem “Alice’s Restaurant.”
I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land.
There’s a lesson in there somewhere (at least I think so), but even if there is not Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!