Happy Thanksgiving. Long time readers might recall me mentioning long ago a particular affection for Woody Guthrie. What you don’t know, unless you have known me for twenty years, is that it began with his son Arlo. Today, I wanted to tell you the story. Then I want to follow up the story with the best version of Alice’s Restaurant complete with the Richard Nixon story ending. Before I get there though I would ask that for proper understanding of this story you all remember the simple meandering guitar while reading the rest of this post.
You see it all started about 20 Thanksgiving ago, that is 20 years ago Thanksgiving, when myself, my buddy Glen, and our debate coach Ron had an idea. This was not just any idea. They had an idea to make a skinny debater into an actor. I real live bonafide cry on demand actor. The only problem is that I am not an actor. Their solution was that I wasn’t going to act.
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