assignment 14 zachary langdon

My thanksgiving typically occurs with my mother’s family, in Elizabeth town. It’s a very beige thanksgiving, consisting of macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, sister shubert rolls, turkey, and ham. Anything that could be identified if spilled on khaki pants is heresy. Over the latter half of a decade, the number of attendees had slowly grown as babies and boyfriends become incorporated into the Hornback clan. As a result, dining facilities have extended beyond the dinner table and the dining room to a flat folding table and chairs in the living room. With the added people, the volume has increased proportionally, earplugs become a covert requirement. One struggle always omitted however is the fear of political outrage; my family is fairly unified in their southern democratic beliefs. This year, thanksgiving also consisted of birthday celebrations for the Hornbacks as no other time in October allowed their celebration. Thanksgiving usually serves as a midpoint between my birthday and Christmas, but because of the previous point, it melted the three holidays together like 76-degree napoleon.