We joined my mom yesterday for a fairly mellow Thanksgiving—the first one without my dad—but we had plenty of good Pilgrim food that he would have enjoyed . . . and this morning, on Black Friday, my wife is watching the darkest of shows, a Netflix series called "The Big C," which is about a mom dying of cancer . . . I'm not sure why she's doing this to herself, but she says she likes it— I also noticed that the great character actor Oliver Pratt is once again playing the husband of a victim of cancer (he also played this role in the excellent Thanksgiving movie Pieces of April) but as for me, after reminiscing about my dad and my brother yesterday and all the other folks absent from the table, I'm more in the mood for "The Chair Company" or "The Big Bang Theory."
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