Note: I started writing my Thanksgiving 2025 story at the bottom.
Meanwhile
I have to fact check with my brother at what age he started shooting pool in the back of our cousin’s bar room. At the corner of St. Anthony St. and Claiborne Ave. in New Orleans was a bar room (Fat’s Bar) owned by a cousin of my Grandfather Sidney Cates. I was spending my time at other parts unknown. To this day, Carl can run circles around me on a pool table even though I had a pool tournament trophy on my living room shelf until Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans.
My Thanksgiving Story
Gazette (Nov. 27, 2025) — My Thanksgiving Day started out thusly:
I was trying (see next paragraph) to say how my day started, but meanwhile I am watching the football games and I put money on them. I won one game first. I won money betting on Dallas. And now I figure a double — a double-or-nothing. I put all my winnings from Dallas onto Cincinnati (vs. Ravens), the last game of the night. So, if I win with Cincinnati, I will be very happy. UPDATE: Yes, Cincy won.
Upon waking up on Thanksgiving morning, I wrote: I am cold; I am sitting here thinking about issues that I have to confront after the holiday. I truly do not want this Thanksgiving story to be about negatives. It is just that it is “where my head is at” this early morning. I am cold and in deep thought because… nevermind! Someone woke up, saw me writing, and derailed my thoughts. I was going to say that my Thanksgiving story is to be continued once people wake up and make some noise and talk some s***, etc. However, someone took my mind off my writing. So, I will simply sit here and meditate for a while.
FerdieWerdie 