{"id":21495,"date":"2017-11-26T08:49:37","date_gmt":"2017-11-26T15:49:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=21495"},"modified":"2017-11-26T11:20:05","modified_gmt":"2017-11-26T18:20:05","slug":"thanksgiving-photoblog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=21495","title":{"rendered":"Thanksgiving Photoblog"},"content":{"rendered":"

We’ll start with the official family portrait, taken with the big Canon on Thanksgiving day:<\/p>\n

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L to R: Greg, Beth, Donna (w\/Maxie), Quentin, Polly (w\/Mr. B), me<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

This is as much of our family as we can gather together these days: our granddaughter Taylor had to stay behind in Las Vegas to work, but at least she was able to share Thanksgiving dinner with her boyfriend’s family.<\/p>\n

Our grandson Quentin, who just turned 15, is now taller than\u00a0his dad; I’m shocked to find myself the shortest of the Woodford men. I was 6’4″ when I was younger, taller than my son by an inch, but with age my spine and knee joints have compressed and now I’m slightly less than 6’2″, maybe even 6’1″\u00a0(maybe I\u00a0can talk the lady who owns\u00a0the corner Anytime Fitness franchise into adding a rack). Here are Greg and Quentin out-talling each other in the kitchen:<\/p>\n

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What, no food photos? I fell down on the job this year. You’ll have to\u00a0take it on trust that everything was\u00a0wonderful, from the turkey to the\u00a0sides to the smoked tri-tip and brats, right down to Costco’s finest pumpkin pie, lovely to look at and smell and eat, as always too soon over. I did take a short video of the Fortress of Smoke\u00a9 in action, infusing the tri-tip with hickory goodness:<\/p>\n