I love anticipating the smell of the Thanksgiving turkey roasting all day at home, and the lingering scent it leaves behind for a few days until my 14′ douglas fir arrives. (Even though I’m allergic to the tree, the beauty of its’ fullness and soft evergreen needles keeps me coming back. My husband and grandson say no more 200 lb. trees are coming in the house; we’ll see….)
This year, my side of the family gathered at Bricker’s Pizza in Hershey for Thanksgiving; my nephew, Robbie, has worked there part-time since his college days. Since his girlfriend’s family and our whole family convened to celebrate the holiday, we needed someplace to meet that could accommodate all of us. Even though he’s now finished graduate school and works as a civil engineer, he still loves filling in at the pizza shop when they need help. His gal, Lauren, is a senior at Indiana University of Pennsylvania; they’ve been dating since January, thanks to his aunt Jenny (who set them up on a blind date then).