Continuing the Thanksgiving tale:
Ashley, Butch's daughter, and Clay, her husband, had everything under wonderfully organized control when we arrived. The house smelled heavenly.
We ate at noon. Turkey, ham, hickory-smoked ribs, two dressings and a gravy (prepared by Clay), a cheese and pineapple casserole, sweet potato casserole, green beans and yeast rolls were the bill of fare.
I ate sparingly, enjoying each morsel.
Clay's three sons were there with friends. Those guys are a spirited group, and the politest young men. That also includes Ashley's son, Anderson. I love to be around them. They, obviously, prefer their own age groups, but they are personable and polite enough to engage in conversation with us older coots, too. I remember being their age and having to answer lots of questions from much older folks I hadn't seen in a year or so. I hope I was as congenial as these boys were!
