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A Thanksgiving Poem for the Road  - Southern Writer Bo Bryan
I remember having Thanksgiving dinner. Once at a bus station lunch counter. The turkey breast Tasted like tennis shoe rubber. The gray, coagulated Giblet gravy was stiff as jello. The bus station smelled Like cigarettes and bacon grease. I was eighteen years old. It was my first Thanksgiving Away from family. The romance of the …