“grimm family, table of 20”

Chad’s grandma lives in a converted trailer adjacent to his parent’s home and is the site for the Thanksgiving feast.

Every last square foot of her home is filled with card tables and antique folding chairs. The aromas of pies, turkey and the wood-burning stove overpower you when you walk in.

Relatives pile in by the carload. They run the gambit from biomechanical engineer to power plant manager for Three Mile Island to school custodian.

The meal is great… Turkey, ham, stuffing, a vat of homemade noodles, hand thrown rolls and the one token vegetable, corn.

I eat 3 plates before retiring to the porch to chat with Chad’s cousins… I don’t last too long before starch and turkey comma overtakes me and I crawl away to the guest bedroom for a 3 hour nap.

One of the more cosmo-cousins, a 20-something, incredibly articulate java slinger for Starbucksâ„¢ and part-time tech-guru, has a LiveJournal.â„¢

likes to deny he has a blog as well.