In my now sixty quick years there have been many Thanksgiving memories, from getting up early Thanksgiving and going with my father to Bert Roddenberry's property in Sopchoppy and shooting a turkey for dinner that day. Of waking early in Crawfordville and starting up the Gravely tethered to the mill pole to grind the Homewood cane syrup we made for years. I think this year to the two years in 65 and 66 in Wilmore, Kentucky. My Uncles William and Billy were both in college, living with us in our Asbury College duplex in the one room apartment in the back yard. They were two of my best years of my life.
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