A moment before I began to engorge myself of the cornucopia of festive holiday food offerings, I received a text message from a friend that read, "Happy Thanksgiving, Meat is Murder."
A few days before Tam, Julie and I walked by a house that had a pleasant holiday decoration set up in front of their house. A teepee and three four foot high illuminated plastic figures stood in front of our neighbor's brownstone. The first depicted a pilgrim man, the second a native american and the third a pilgrim woman. They stood together as friends prepared be thankful for all they had received in the past year.
I was overcome with the urge to come back with a bottle of ketchup and sever the native figure's head and squirt ketchup all over its be-headed and mangled body. I mentioned this to Tamara and Julie and I said, "Now that would be a realistic holiday scene, don't you think?" I'm not so sure they agreed.
So we are a grateful lot, and as we give thanx we also remember who helped us through those first long and hard winters:
With Philip and most of their leaders dead, the Wampanoag were nearly exterminated. Only 400 survived the war. The Narragansett and Nipmuc had similar losses,
