Assignment 14- John Felty

My family’s Thanksgiving is pretty standard. We all gather at someone’s house, eat food, lie around and suffer through our turkey hangovers, and then part ways so we can get enough sleep before we go black Friday shopping. The craziest thanksgiving experience I have ever had though was when my family in Kentucky decided to go to North Carolina to have Thanksgiving there. Instead of having a small, normal dinner with Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, e.t.c., they had large amounts of seafood and invited people I had never met before. It was the strangest things, and it reeked of cigarette smoke. Us Kentucky folk didn’t quite want the strange cuisine of the East Coast, so we ordered Little Caesars instead and chowed down on some delicious pizza and crazy bread. I’m glad I haven’t been to North Carolina for Thanksgiving ever since, mainly because I like my lungs just the way they are.