The clock is ticking and preparations for the National Day of Thanksgiving are well underway.
Have to get to the market to buy the main course -- we are going with a veal roast this year.

The memories of Thanksgivings past permeate the air.

The article in the Daily Gazette about the Goose Hill Thanksgiving Day football game brings back many
memories.     I remember watching those games when I was younger --- and one year - in the early 1970's
a group of us kids played our own football game on the Linton High School field  ...  the game lasted hours
and it was played in a combination of snow and freezing rain ---- one of the best football games that I
ever played.

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The clock is ticking and preparations for the National Day of Thanksgiving are well underway.
Have to get to the market to buy the main course -- we are going with a veal roast this year.

The memories of Thanksgivings past permeate the air.

Too bad the memories of the past didn't make you realize how the city provided way far more services to the taxpayers than today, and how the taxes were low in the past, and how downtown businesses thrived when there were stores carrying items that people wanted to buy, and they existed without having the taxpayers pay their taxes.

Too bad your memories are not of the days when the rich paid more in taxes rather than the poor paying the  taxes of the rich.

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we are going with a veal roast this year.

Surprising, I thought you'd get the McRib.

But, bottom line - who really cares what you're eating?

Gee, DV. you can imagine the Golub family, the Mallozzi family, etc, sitting around their respective tables.  I can hear the patriarchs of the families teaching their grandchildren about Thanksgiving, they talk about the pilgrims and all that, then they teach the young ones the custom of giving thanks as they sit down to their table with the finest china, the shiny silver, beautiful linens, sitting under a grand crystal chandelier and they begin, "Thank you Father for all this bounty, we are so thankful to have so much because we  are exempt from paying property taxes."

DO you think, DV, that the patriarchs will say to the children, "yes children, there are people that live in the city where our business is.  Those people don't have much, but they are paying are taxes for us in addition to their own."

And to think DV, that many people in Schenectady are struggling, foregoing medical care because they are paying the taxes for the millionaires, maybe eating two meals a day instead of three because they can't afford food and pay the taxes for the millionaires, and some of these people are going to be spending their Thanksgiving saying "please Father, help us keep our home rather than losing it to tax foreclosure."

Tell us, DV, the milliions can afford to pay their own taxes, tell us WHY, tell us WHY should financially struggling families with incomes totally only a mere $30,000, why do you believe that the low income people should pay the property taxes of the millionaires.   YOu never answer that question.  What's the matter----will you be in trouble if you don't speak out against the savage theivery of taking from the poor and giving to the rich?

The nice thing about living in America -- is that a person has a Constitutionally protected freedom of speech
and, also, freedom of assembly.      I chose to exercise that freedom by NOT speaking to certain people and
NOT associating with them.     They don't like that - so they hurl all kinds of personal attacks at me and my
family.    That just shows how pathetic they are.

Getting back to Thanksgiving Day, a few years back my brother and I visited Plymouth and the Pilgrim Museum
there.   It is was cool to "connect" with our ancestors who came over on the Mayflower and participated in the
founding of this great nation.

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The nice thing about living in America... -- so they hurl all kinds of personal attacks at me and my
family.    That just shows how pathetic they are.

OK, so I write that the millionaires downtownn are living it up this Thanksgiving, being thankful for the fact that the financially struggling low income people are paying the property taxes for the millionaires.  But your mind thinks that's an attack on you.  I ask you if you support the poor people paying the taxes for the millionaires, and insteasd of answering yes or no and why your position, you think you are being attacked.  

As far as your family being attacked, since government records are public by law, anyone all over the world has a right to view them.  Stating facts is not an attack.  Attacks are made up of questionable pieces of information.  I merely provide government records.  It doesn't take a rocket scientist, heck, it doesn't even require a 6th grad education for someone to state facts based on official public documents

As a kid, we celebrated Thanksgiving at my maternal Grandparents' house.  At the peak, we had almost
20 grandchildren, about 10 persons in my parents' generation and my grandparents all around the "table".
My grandfather did not believe in having tables in different rooms --- so he made the  "extended" the dining
table by adding additional card tables and such .. so that we all could eat around one long "table".

Besides the traditional roast turkey and accompaniments -- we always looked forward to my Polish
grandmother's lasagna  .. she figured that if any of the kids were fussy -- they would at least eat lasagna.

My grandmother didn't mind spending hours cooking ... but she had one strict rule ... the men could not
watch football on tv until every dish and utensil was washed and put away after dinner.  

Anyone who needs a free turkey should come down to Schenectady City Hall. Have many turkeys "employed" there ready to be stuffed. Make sure to pay the parking meter before pick up. Or the other turkey will get you.

     Turkey Bowl football games do bring back great memories. Wednesday night parties, followed by tackle football Thursday morning to get out of Mama's kitchen. Then Mama's delicious turkey sandwiches and the Christmas parade Friday night. A simpler time when the Christmas Parade was called the Christmas Parade.

then there is the great debate ---- real cranberries or the jellied cranberries  ... I have to admit that I prefer
a little of the latter and none of the former.

Gets ya all giggly inside, like a tub of marshmallow fluff.  Yep.

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Gets ya all giggly inside, like a tub of marshmallow fluff.  Yep.

Apparently, you and your ilk have some marshmallow fetish.