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THE BEST OF
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It's Thanksgiving
Day, and that means that McCarty Kids everywhere will be waited on
hand and foot by their parents and get to live like little kings
and queens. Just thinking about those little brats makes me more
steamed than one of those little rubbery carrots. When I was a
kid, we celebrated Thanksgiving the old fashioned way!
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These
parents nowadays have all kinds of fruits and vegetable dips for
those little brats to eat before their meal. You'd think there was
a regular smorgasbord going on. When I was a kid, if you had to
eat something before dinner, you ate a date. Little brown
shrivelled up pieces of blah! And my Mom would try to trick us
every year by putting something good like a pineapple or a cherry
in 'em. But it didn't matter cause after you ate the pineapple you
were still stuck with a sticky date. But we shut up and we ate 'em
cause we was happy to get whatever we could. |
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And
then these parents today let their kids eat dinner wherever they
want when guests come over. "Ohhhh, I'd like to sit on the
couch and watch television" or "I'd like to eat and play
Nintendo until my brain is like jello" The only thing I was
sure of when we had company was that I'd be sitting on the crummy
piano bench. Oh, I'd be sharing that backless bench with one of my
rotten brothers and I had to sit up straight while I ate my food
because if I didn't, my Mom would make me sit on phone books and
everybody would laugh. "Oh look at the little phone book
boy!!" But we loved it, because at least we had a place to
sit and eat. |
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And
Nowadays after the game these kids watch MTV, a movie, or any of
the other 324 channels available on cable. When I was a kid, on
Thanksgiving we just sat there and watched my Dad try to get the
Lions game on Channel 8 from Cleveland. He would create some
modern art sculptured aluminum foil antenna to try to improve the
reception, while we stared at a blank screen. And if my Dad
thought he saw a football helmet through the snowy static, NOBODY
MOVED. You had to freeze in your position for the whole game while
everyone watched static and listened to the game on radio. |
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So
this Thanksgiving, sit down with your family and think about that
very first Thanksgiving Day when the pilgrims invited the Indians
over and some poor pilgrim kid got stuck sitting on the piano bench.
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