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My Thanksgiving in Words & Images

Posted on 2007.11.26 at 15:14
Current Mood: relaxedrelaxed
Current Music: Ho! Ho! Ho! (Who'd Be a Turkey at Christmas) - Elton John
I had a great time. I got to see some folks I don’t see nearly often enough, and I even managed to see every one of my seven siblings, which has become quite the challenge as our respective lives and families have grown in size and complexity. I brought along my trusty Canon PowerShot A570 IS. I finally wised up and put lithium batteries in it instead of alkalines, and O Joy, O Rapture! I went the entire trip and took dozens of photos without ever changing batteries. Hallelujah! Make a blind man talk about seein’ again! It’s a new world! You get the idea.

Anyway, I’ve culled a dozen photos from all that I took and I’ve put them here with notes & commentary.


These are my friends Harry and Nina. Harry was kind enough to pick me up at the Dearborn train station, after which we drove many miles north to Nina’s and spent the rest of the evening hanging with her. I know that Harry looks like a weirdo, but if it’s any consolation, he’s no weirder now than he was when I met him in the late 1970s. I should also note that Harry directed me in the last show I did in Detroit before moving to Chicago: So This Is London with the Greenfield Village Theatre Company. Nina is one of Detroit’s leading voiceover talents. If you live in southeastern Michigan, you’ve heard her on the radio many times.


This is Fagin, one of Nina’s five cats. He is 18 years old and has reached an age where pretty much nothing bothers him. He is Over It.


The next day was Thanksgiving. I hooked up with my friend Jim and we made our way downtown for the Detroit Lions’ football game. We got there a few hours early, so we stopped at Cheli’s Chili for a bite. It is named for Detroit Red Wings veteran Chris Chelios. My Chicago friends may recall that when Chelios played for the Blackhawks, Cheli’s Chili was on West Madison near the United Center, so if you’re ever in downtown Detroit and looking for a decent meal that won’t break your bank, Cheli’s Chili is on Adams overlooking Grand Circus Park.


The enormous, grotesque creature you see here is me (on the right in the blue jacket). The tiger statue is at the gates of Comerica Park, where the Detroit Tigers play baseball. It happens to be directly across Brush Street from Ford Field, where the Lions play. Pay no attention to the man on the left holding the sign. A moment after this picture was taken, the tiger ate him.


The Lions’ opponents that day, the Green Bay Packers, were well-represented in the stands.


This woman was just a few rows in front of us. She wasn’t there to watch the game; she was there to get on TV. The game was televised nationally on Fox and our section was near the end zone. Every time the cameras threatened to point our way, this woman would leap to her feet, pull down her Packers sweater with the plunging v-neck, and considerably expose her cleavage, which was, quite frankly, spectacular. I know this view is from the rear, but I’m trying to run a family-friendly blog here! You’ll just have to trust me on this one. So far as I know, she never got on TV, and I’m pretty sure I’m right about that, as I kept the situation closely monitored.


I didn’t take a lot of pictures of game action, but this one was kind of fortuitous. This was taken just before the ball was snapped on a touchdown play. It was in the 4th quarter and was scored on a nice pass over the middle from Lions quarterback Jon Kitna to Calvin Johnson.


Yes, more cats! After the game, Jim dropped me off at the home of my brother Dan and his family, where I had dinner along with my father and several siblings. This is Benny, one of the cats that graciously consents to Dan and his family living there.


That’s my little sister Ellen on the right with her husband Jim.


Jim again with daughter Emilie.


Emilie again with big brother Mario. Lost somewhere between the two of them is their dog Burger, who I never heard bark even once, and who seems extremely patient and indulgent with the kids.


Just a few hours before I had to set out for the train station to come back to Chicago, my sister Helene came by with a carload of her kids. The two oldest, Katrina and Zachary, and husband Pat couldn’t be there, but here we have Helene in the pink shirt next to Angela. On the chair we have Maria, Rosalie, and Jonathon. For the sake of my regular readers, I should point out that this picture was taken in the living room of my father’s house, and these folks are gathered mere inches from the stain that is still etched into the wooden floor beneath the carpeting.

There were other good things included in this trip that weren’t recorded photographically – I got to spend a lot of time talking with my father, and I got to spend time with some other friends and family members whom I haven’t even referred to in this posting. They know who they are! All in all, it was a trip that reminded me that I have a lot of things to be thankful for, particularly the wonderful people I have the good fortune to know as family & friends!

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