Our own Suldog discusses the War on Thanksgiving in the pages of the Los Angeles Times.
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The House of Representatives is nearing a vote on a proposal to declare Bel
Remarks by the President at Afternoon Hanukkah Reception - a reception attended by, among others, Dana Gitell, who coined the term "Thanks
The people at the front of the line outside the Walpole Walmart around 11 p.m. were in no mood to talk about when they got there or what they were going to buy or do much of anything besides huddling inside their cocoons.
There was a similar scene outside the Dedham Best Buy, although the overall line there was a lot shorter.
Andy Metzger points us to Chapter 2, Sect. 7 of the Massachusetts General Laws, which decrees a $50 fine for picking mayflowers - $100 for picking them while in disguise or at night.
Sure, they were, in their own way, a pretty nasty bunch, but you can't help but appreciate their Blue Laws when you look at all the ads in today's paper from chains advertising they're opening at 8 p.m. today. Hah, hah, not here you're not.
Massachusetts, of course, has a longer history with Thanksgiving than any other state, you know, the Pilgrims and all.
Bostonography maps turkey sightings in the Boston area. You know what to do: Choose white AND dark meat today.
In 1952, Bostonians could still buy fresh-killed turkeys at Quincy Market.
From the BPL Leslie Jones collection. Posted under this Creative Commons license.
Our own Suldog explains why some retail chains should be ashamed of themselves.
Hizzona tweets:
I'll proclaim November 28, 2013 Thanksgivukkah in the City of Boston. How will you celebrate?
Roslindale's own Dana Gitell has been the holiday's most tireless backer.
The kids at Kehillah Schechter Academy, the closest Jewish day school to Plymouth Rock, remind us that the once-in-a-lifetime confluence of Thanksgiving and Channukah is nigh.
This guy was first in line at the Walmart. He reports he got there at 2 a.m. to make sure he got an Xbox and some games. Also some oranges and grapes, he joked. Bathroom breaks? Around the corner, at least until the line extended back there.
Not refugees. Walmart customers.
I wrote this love letter to Boston and, since I lack my own blog these days, I'm thankful for this platform to share it with a wider audience. Thanks, Adam!
In thinking about what I'm most thankful for this year, aside from the usual family, friends, health, and good fortune (not to diminish the importance of those), I was overwhelmed remembering all the people and experiences that helped shape 2012 into one of the best years of my life, when it could easily have been counted among the worst. I could sit for hours talking about each one and still not get them all. Then I realized it all keeps coming back to one thing: this city.
Boston, I am thankful for you living up to every expectation and ideal I had of you from when I was a little girl and dreamed of living in you when I grew up. I am thankful for your varied neighborhoods, your suburbs, your parks, your streets, your rollercoaster weather patterns, your tourist traps, your hidden gems, and your breathtaking scenery. I'm thankful for your weird laws and character of a mayor and even your maddening transit system. I'm thankful for your "freedom trail" (read: bars). The TV doesn't lie. Everyone really DOES know your name sometimes.
From 1938, when Boston had its own Thanksgiving Day parade.
Another photo from that parade.
1931 parade. Photo by Leslie Jones.
BPL photos posted under this Creative Commons license.
I've hesitated about posting here concerning my annual Quixotic quest to see Thanksgiving given respect. Most of you have heard it before. You know my feelings. And it hasn't really been news, so I've fought the temptation to annoy you.
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