Ten Wins, a Thanksgiving in a New Apartment, and the RedHawks Again

A twenty-eight-point win over Arizona State to finish ten and two. The Vikings finished seven and two in league play and get a rematch with the undefeated RedHawks for the conference title. That’s the game. Everything else is preamble.

We hosted Thanksgiving. I want the record to show the following: the turkey was moist, the records were safely in the closet, the plant survived being near the oven, and I did not burn anything because Teresa did not let me near anything that could burn. Mickey cried during grace. Donna did the dishes and refused help. Sam reassembled our wobbly coffee table without being asked. Leo Reyes came by for pie and asked if he could see “the famous record closet.” I showed him. He looked at it for a long time and said, “Mr. Ken, that’s a lot of sad music.” I said, “It’s a curated collection.” He said, “It’s a lot of sad music.” Out of the mouths of babes.

My father called. Foggy day. He asked whose house we were at. I said mine. He said, “You have a house?” I said, “An apartment, Dad. With Teresa.” He said, “Is the plant alive?” I said yes. He said, “Good.”