Last week, while sitting down to the annual Thanksgiving feast with my family, I thought about something that hadn’t crossed my mind in the past several years.
Many readers may have memories, fond or otherwise, of sitting at the “kids table” during Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners.
The smaller table, sometimes a rarely used card table from the basement, where the family members under a certain age were segregated to at while the adults enjoyed dinner and pleasant conversation at the large table in the next room. One would be sitting next to that one weird cousin that only came aro...
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