On Thanksgiving Day we always go to my mother’s house, which is far away. This time we didn’t get any turkey–it just wouldn’t cook. It had been frozen, and my brother and sister were trying to rush it. When my brother finally brought it out and started to carve it, he took one look at the first cut and asked, “Anyone want to play Salmonella Roulette?”
So today Patty and I, as we do every year, will have our own turkey here at home. It has just gone into the oven, and will be ready this afternoon.
As we do every year, while the turkey is cooking, we will watch that classic film, Godzilla vs. Megalon. Some of you have probably never seen it–your loss! Some of you are wondering what could possibly be the connection between Thanksgiving and Godzilla (not to mention Megalon, Gigan, Jet-Jaguar, and the rest of the dramatis personae).
Well, gee–aren’t you thankful Godzilla never comes around your neighborhood? Aren’t you happy you don’t live in Seatopia? Get a grip, people…