Great story Larry, but you forgot to tell about the farting. My father, who was just a wee lad at that first Thanksgiving, remembered quite clearly how boistrous and voluminous was the Pilgrim's passing of gas at that historic event.

So each year at our family's annual Thanksgiving feast, to the great horror of my poor mother, my father would wax nostalgic about our Flatulistic Heritage. And with great glee, our demented family would carry on the Pilgrim tradition of trying to out-blast all others.

Ah, what great memories,

Happy Holidays to All,
Mike