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Tomorrow’s the big day. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and it’s ours. Canada celebrates it as well, but this is a (North) American tradition that is a New World one-day vacation. As is usually the case, food is much of the tie that binds us this day.
I love to eat well, so cooking and stuffing a turkey is right up my alley. One year, I bought a huge fryer and cooked a 12-pound bird in the back yard. If you’ve never tried this type of preparation, do so some time. The skin is perfectly crisp, it was done in 33 minutes and the meat was the juiciest I’ve had the pleasure of consuming. There was also a turkey roasted in the oven, though the fried one took first prize.
Another year, I cooked an extra turkey on the grill. This was an eight-pounder, and it was done in a little less than an hour and a half. As with the fried bird it was a big hit at the table. People often talk about how difficult it is to cook a turkey, but they’re easy, if one takes the time to prepare. In a pinch, there are several Internet sites with needed information.
This year, I’m invited to the house of friends. The lady of the house, knowing vegetables aren’t my forte, asked if there was something extra she could make for me. I explained that turkey, stuffing and gravy are sufficient (in large quantities) to induce a much needed food coma. That and good friends are all I require to give thanks.
One of the stories seen in many newspapers last week was the demise of the Nantucket versus Martha’s Vineyard football game. The Island Cup needs to be continued in the future. Even islanders who normally don’t go to the gridiron contests turned out for the game. Evidently, the Vineyard is committed for all of their games next season. That means that the athletic directors of each school have enough time to cease squabbling over who didn’t do what, and plan for the 2011 Island Cup.
Over the last couple of months I’ve noticed (and written) about how few people are out and about in the town center. It still looks that way, but in the past two weeks, traffic has been fairly busy. The mid-island area has had its share of tie-ups in particular. Old South Road is quite full of vehicles most weekdays.
Seeing that Jim Richard is intent on throwing his hat into the ring for sheriff is a good/bad thing. I’m worried that Jim (Richard) and Jim (Perelman) may cancel out enough of each other’s votes, thereby allowing the wrong man to win a third term. Not only that, my choice of whom to vote for has become extremely difficult. Other folks have told me they are suffering the same dilemma.
I would have to hope that there will be another ethically-challenged opponent running for sheriff to pull votes away from the present office-holder. Where’s Dennis Kozlowski when we really need him?
On the subject of people running for public office . . . it sounds as though Lou Dobbs may try for a U.S. Senate seat, or even the White House. Team him up with Sarah Palin and think of how happy the Democratic Party would be.
Over the last couple of months I’ve had the pleasure of not writing of the demise of friends and acquaintances. Now there are three good men gone recently and I want say goodbye to them and wish their families the best.
Lydle Rickard was the first person I ever asked for a job, shortly after moving here. One look at my (long) hair, and he told me to get lost. Years later I worked along side of his daughter, Margaret. Then I got to know Mr. Rickard and reminded him of my very short job interview. We both laughed at it. He was a good guy, and I probably wouldn’t have been much of a plumber as it is.
Steve Barcus was first introduced to me in Bill Fisher Tackle. Steve and his brother Alan were known as Curly and Moe by one inhabitant of the tackle store, due to their hairstyles, or in one case a lack of hair. The brothers were a funny couple who kept everything loose, whether holding court at Great Point or in the aforementioned shop on New Lane.
Steve’s son Michael started fishing when he was less than three feet tall. It was easy to see how proud Steve was when Mike caught his first striped bass. He was cremated and his ashes will be spread on the water at Great Point. The bass became dinner.
Last, but certainly least is Earl Girroir. He was a mentor to hundreds of kids who attended the Nantucket Boys & Girls Club (at that time it may have been boys only). Among other things, he will be remembered for his handshake, a love of boxing and his wonderful personality. Earl left the island a while back, but used to occasionally write me, commenting on what I’d written in the I&M. I’ll miss his humanity.
The Patriots did a number on the Jets last Sunday. Let’s hope they are able to best the toughest team in the league on Monday night. The New Orleans Saints are formidable, to say the least.
– Goodman’s Gam appears weekly at www.discovernantucket.com and monthly in The Inquire and Mirror.