On the 25th I left Eleuthera for the States for Thanksgiving in Knoxville. The airliners delivered me to Knoxville in 16 hours stretched over 4 legs. No, it should not have taken that long. But a 4 hour delay in Nassau proved to me that there really is such thing as a free lunch. (Maybe that’s just a thing in America) The holiday brought good times with family and unfortunately, the first year in the long-standing King tradition that the Thanksgiving football game was not played. Football unfortunately was not played and my grandparents sadly weren’t able to make it. But, my brother’s 3 Guatemalan friends and cousin’s English chap were able to make it! David, from England, is the new worship leader at Jay’s church. He’s apparently toured with Sheryl Crow and Ray LaMontagne keeps contacting him on MySpace, but you wouldn’t know that unless you do some background checking, not that I did that... He threw his first football on Thanksgiving day, as should anyone who learns American football later in life. Juan, Juan Carlos and Juan’s wife do not speak much English at all. I think they enjoyed the meal though because all they said after the meal was: “siesta”.
The weekend rolled on with helping a church in the neighborhood set up the nativity that cannot be missed if you drive on Tazewell Pk. in Fountain City. I was told that I could bench press the camel figurines that were about 25% taller than me. I never tested it but did get to wrap lots of sticks in lights. Sunday came and after a stop at the Soccer Taco to celebrate the match between Chelsea and Barcelona, Allie, my sister-in-law/love, and I drove to Nashville to help decorate my mom’s house for Christmas. This went on for a few days and with my mom’s food and love, the days were filled well.