Saturday, December 11, 2010
You BETTER Warch Out!
Growing up I always liked celebrating Easter even though I didn't see a real white bunny rabbit until I was in college. And Thanksgiving? Good Lord, thank God for textbooks, because I always thought that Plymouth Rock was somewhere near Naftan Point, just beyond the cliffline. Turkey came in sealed plastic containers by the slice for me. Who knew they were actually really big chickens?
P.S. I still think a Chamorro woman wrote Santa Claus is Coming to Town, because who else likes to yell, "You BETTER warch out! You BETTER not cry!"