bald eagle had not been chosen as the representative of our country, he is a bird of bad moral character, he does not get his living honestly, you may have seen him perched on some dead tree, where, too lazy to fish for himself, he watches the labor of the fishing-hawk, and when that diligent bird has at length taken a fish, and is bearing it to its nest for the support of his mate and young ones, the bald eagle pursues him and takes it from him…. Besides he is a rank coward; the little kingbird, not bigger than a sparrow attacks him boldly and drives him out of the district. He is therefore by no means a proper emblem for the brave and honest. . .made myself eggs and toast for breakfast.
My options for a turkey dinner are limited to the buffet at Frank's Lounge.
It's only a few blocks from my house.
I could forego turkey, since I've eaten the bird most every Thanksgiving in my life.
This afternoon millions of mothers are putting on the final touches for the big dinner.
As a youth my family was no different from the rest of America. The early part of the day was filled by the chores of peeling apples, potatoes, turnips, carrots for our eight family members and another 5-10 guests.
My older brother called it ‘KP Day’.
After the turkey was done, my mother would take the the crispy-skinned carcass out of the oven and order me to carry the big bird out the garage. Why was