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Monday, November 8, 2010

Four Flying Turkeys

Four turkeys flew across route 133 in Rowley this morning, right over the cars in front of me.

I did not know turkeys could fly. It was wild and gave me quick flashes of family feasts, school plays, backyard football, realizations of the Christmas to come...

the indoctrination of the First Thanksgiving Myth, discovering the calculated slaughter of the American Indian...

And I thought about them Indians hunting their own wild turkeys, and also the Puritans or "Pilgrims" hunting them as well, maybe right on this same spot, three of four hundred years ago...

And it reminded me of that old joke,

"I shot my own turkey one year, the people at the supermarket really freaked out..."

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