As we were checking out of the gun range a few days before Thanksgiving I accepted my license back from the desk clerk and said to him and the few other guys around him;
“Have a Happy Thanksgiving…if you celebrate that kind of thing.”
Number Two son didn’t let that slide. “If they celebrate?! These guys celebrate Thanksgiving.”
The guys laughed and agreed with him. Clearly I was misunderstood.
I wasn’t saying the line in the PC-Nonsense way that maybe you don’t celebrate because you know, we were bad to a bunch of Indians, etc, but because these were all young guys and I know young guys— I was a young guy once— Thanksgiving is not high on your list of priorities if you’re a young guy living on your own.
I didn’t explain what I meant and just nodded my head and laughed with them.
We can talk about how we were not the first invaders of North America, the Native American’s themselves invaded it as they headed west driving the Inuit’s Northwest, but that’s for another day.
I know what #2 was saying too— you won’t find a more patriotic bunch of guys, jar head types, at the gun range. Ooh Rah to Thanksgiving.
My point was proven on the very day itself as #2 son announced that he had a friend who would be staying at his apartment during the holiday because he wanted a break from the tradition and he would drink and play video games. We sent some leftovers over to him and were happy to learn he devoured everything. I’m not saying young men don’t like the FOOD at Thanksgiving.
We were invited over to our good friends again this year and they pulled out all the stops. It was a festive meal and we had a really amazing time.