The doorbell rang.
This was before intercoms and videos. Lobby doors were open, directories were very clear.
So Florence answered the door. There stood a delivery man holding a huge box.
My father had won in some office lottery a 25 pound turkey for Thanksgiving.
That's how I knew it was Thanksgiving.
I remember sitting down to the first and I suspect only Thanksgiving meal we ever had as a family. But, I have no memory of the meal itself.
I also suspect, poor memory and all, that it was the only thing my father ever won.
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