During a morning greeting to colleagues this morning, I asked an ordinary question: "Is your family traveling anywhere for Thanksgiving?"And surprisingly often, considering that Minneapolis is already the northern-most significant city in the continental US, you get the following answer:
"We're heading Up North."
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spend the lazy hours after Thanksgiving dinner "up north."
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Geezers, located in subtropical southern Minnesota
It's quite nuts, and I, for one, am not partaking. My family will be heading south, thank you very much. A whopping 60 miles to the south, to the place where all the namesake Geezers of these pages were raised. And while in this tropical southern paradise, we'll spend the night after Christmas shivering around bonfires on the streets of our tiny town, watching local damsels parade on floats in thin tights, accompanied by sheriff deputies and civic officials in convertibles and on hay wagons, while breathing clouds of chilled vapor into the night air while awaiting the ceremonial lighting of the town's Christmas light pageantry.
Nope. None of that Up North stuff for me.
Happy Thanksgiving y'all, from, and to, Geezers everywhere.