-- W. Clement Stone
I had to work Thursday, so my family took the opportunity to leave town and share the holiday with the grandparents.
But I wasn’t home alone.
I got to spend some time Thanksgiving Day with three young soldiers at Fort Gordon’s annual holiday dinner – all about the age of my own son – and they would have made any parent proud. Pvts. David Lee, of New York City; Dazmon Shealey, of Alexander City, Ala., and Chris Jackson, of Houston, all “Yes sir-ed” me to death.
Fine young men.
They were among about 2,000 soldiers, family members, retirees and their families enjoying dinner on post, and it was quite a meal: 1,380 pounds of turkey, 920 pounds of ham, 400 pounds of pumpkins and 520 pounds of shrimp.
All of it served crisply by the officers,as part of the Fort Gordon tradition.
“It’s all about the soldiers,” said Maj. Gen. LaWarren V. Patterson, who commands the U.S. Army Signal Center of Excellence and Fort Gordon. The role reversal is a way to thank the enlisted men and women.
“The only thing I remind them is to thank the cooks,” he said.
BARK-BARK: I’m not alone at home, either. I have my two little white dog companions.
Because they have sensitive tummies, I was warned not to feed them any turkey, and I didn’t.
However, ... some holiday ham might have slipped to the kitchen floor Thursday night.
I wasn’t sure. When I went back to look for it ... my watchdogs looked up innocently and seemed to indicate they hadn’t seen it.
TURKEY DAY LEFTOVER: My “Kirby’s Augusta” video on our augustachronicle.com Web site reminds youngsters of the Great Cranberry Scare during Thanksgiving 1959 in Augusta and nationwide.
I remember what a big deal it was.
There was a federal alert just before Thanksgiving that year that the nation’s cranberry supply might be tainted with weed-killer and nobody was supposed to eat them.
I think you’ll enjoy it.
TODAY’S JOKE: Here’s one shared by Darlynn Bradley.
It seems little Tim was in the garden filling in a hole when his neighbor peered over the fence. Interested in what the youngster was up to, he politely asked, “What’cha doing, Tim?”
“My goldfish died,” replied the boy tearfully, without looking up. “I’ve just buried him.”
The neighbor was concerned. “That’s an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn’t it?”
Tim patted down the last heap of earth, then replied, “That’s because he’s inside your dumb cat.”