Fiction | September 01, 1992

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I sat in the recliner watching the video tape from last Thanksgiving as my brother Sean taped me. It was Thanksgiving. There aren’t many older brothers on this planet like Sean who would let a kid brother do something like this, even after the coyote thing in 1987. I love him and everyone in the family. On the video, I saw myself sit in the same recliner watching a video from the previous Thanksgiving. I’ve been doing this every year since 1985. It’s a Thanksgiving ritual I do, a personal and now a family thing

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