re: #379 SanFranciscoZionist

I go to friends. This year, I get to meet the friend’s new boyfriend.

(My family’s personal best Thanksgiving moment ever: my grandfather gets rolling on black people. My cousin, who at this point was about fourteen, leans across the table, and whispers to her mom, urgently, “MOM! Grandpa’s a bigot!!”

My aunt says in a normal tone of voice, “Honey, did I forget to tell you that? I’m sorry.”)

Reminds me of my grandmother. I love the woman to death, but there are times when she opens her mouth that I want to hide my face in reflexive embarrassment. Grew up in small town Kentucky and to this day truly hates only one black man: Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. I only ever asked her once why and was informed about how he’d “stirred up a bunch of stuff” and had made life hard on a bunch of folks.

Have I mentioned my family are all bunch of rednecks?