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untitled-34aThis entry is based upon something that happened some years ago, but I remember the situation whenever fall and Thanksgiving come into my mind.
It was Thanksgiving Day and my wife prepared the annual dinner.  As in previous years we had a number of family members at the house.  When in the kitchen, my granddaughter, then very young, walked in and began watching me carve the turkey. This was when she looked up at me and asked “Poppop, did the turkey cry?” Never at a loss for words, I hesitated, then heard from the other room one of the women say “No Gabby, the turkey didn’t cry.” Gabby walked back to the other room and I realized I had been “saved.”