As I recall....
this would be right around the time to start making exquisitely
detailed plans for the Weequahic high thanksgiving game...it was
never too soon to begin thinking about shocking pink or turquoise
mohair sweaters, matching turtleneck...matching stretch pants and
matching boots under parkas for the Weequahic Thanksgiving football
game...one could not start planning early enough for such an event...pink
sam goody hair rollers from kaye's drug store ready to go...I even
had a rube goldberg portable hair dryer of my own...and a huge golden
can of spraynet to hold that fragile pageboy in place in a blizzard
wind...and a little bit of revlon intimate perfume...the Thanksgiving
game, was, for me, what the cannes film festival might have been
for others...and then...of course...the night before...my mother
and I would take out my grandmother's beautiful, old dinnerware
and iridescent goblets for our special thanksgiving table... ...
... ..my father was the designated coconut cream pie-driver to and
from the tavern pantry....and even if it wasn't entirely magical
as it happened...it certainly seems that way in the wonderful glasses
that look backwards in time with the gentlest rose-colored glow.....
(I also send kind greetings to my new friends at this site who have
shared their treasured stories and gracious hearts....)