I'd like to share a famous Family Thanksgiving Day story....
It started in Granada Hills, CA. on Wednesday November 22nd, 1972 "Thanksgiving Day Eve ".
My Dad was sent to the store to buy my very overdue pregnant Mother rolls. As luck would have it there was a bread strike so the rush of shoppers were in full force.
My Dad ran through the last store in search of rolls (visited about 5 stores). He finally spotted one lonely bag of precious rolls, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed a lady running to the shelf. Being the gentlemen that he is, my Dad resisted the urge to do a full body tackle and let her grab the rolls.
My parents decided to make homemade rolls after the unsuccessful search. At about 5pm (mid bake) my Mother's contractions started. They dropped everything and raced to the hospital. After 3 hours of labor the Dr. sent her home with sleeping pills.
At 7am, Thanksgiving morning the labor intensified and at 2:50pm I finally decided to come into the world. (due date was October 6th)
The whole family waited in anticipation and had to eat vending machine tuna salad sandwiches for Thanksgiving dinner. I am routinely reminded of this fact during each yearly feast and quite frankly have been nothing but trouble ever since.
The DR. came out to the waiting room to share the happy news. (he had broken his foot and was furious that his holiday was ruined.) After the announcement he spotted my Grandfather smiling and stated "What are you smiling at? You didn't have a baby." my Grandpa quickly replied "What did you do, kick one of your patients?"
This is one of the many funny family stories and it reminds me that humor is the spice of life and I am proud to say my family never fails to to make me laugh.
I love you guys and Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
