Editor’s note: This Thanksgiving column by popular columnist Karl Lindholm is an oldie but a goodie. Originally published in 2001 (all the ages are almost two decades out of date) and then again in 2007. It evokes what is in some ways a bygone era, and yet we feel it is also timeless in its appeal to memories of childhood, family and home. Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we go. Driving to Maine for Thanksgiving, I’m thinking about the “Turkey Day Classic,” the annual two-hand to … (read more)
