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Don't get me wrong here kids. We love traveling to Virginia for Thanksgiving, it's part of our family tradition. The 11 hour drive is rather taxing. Both physically and mentally. But we do it each year, and when we leave the sleepy town of Hampton in the middle of the night, we know two things. (1) Thanksgiving in Virginia is a fun family trip. (2) There will be surf when we leave.
And judging from the photos I've received in my inbox...there was some REAL Good waves. But honestly, I can't really look at the trip as a sacrifice. That would be selfish and silly on my part. Sacrifice? Hardly, the men and women who are serving our country both here at home, and in harms way, are making the sacrifice. Not the Ralph family.
Missing surf for a few days out of the year is not a sacrifice.
Max might not see it that way. That's OK, he's still young. He's
still learning. And I'm fixing to learn him some more...wait, I'm talking
like I'm still in Virginia.
But we'll get over it.
Looks like the best day, was the day before Thanksgiving. But then again, I was not here, so I can only judge by the evidence that my team of photographers have produced. Speaking of photogs. I inadvertently deleted the first batch of photos that came in from Ed O'Connell. I was using my in-laws Hi Speed Internet access and I saw the photos. And then I somehow deleted them along with the spam I was killing. Sorry Ed. I feel terrible. I was going to post yours first too.
So how many of you missed Thanksgiving Dinner? Were there any? Now before you dismiss this, some of you older readers will recall that some of my earlier writings, included missing major Holidays due to surf. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter etc etc.
I missed them all. Because of surfing. Not on purpose mind you. I missed the dinners and the gatherings because the surf was too good. I was selfish back then. Actually, we were late last Christmas Eve due to surf. So I guess I'm still learning as well. The point I'm making is. Don't feel bad if you miss the big dinner due to surf. Unless it's REALLY a special dinner with an elderly grandparent, or relative that might not be around much longer. If that's the case, get one more wave and then head in.
Don't be a jerk to your poor parents.
Get home and clean yourself up and be responsible. After the main course, if you still have time, then you can slip back out. But my advice, is to make an attempt to show up at the dinner with the family. Am I a hypocrite? Yes. But, I'm an older, wiser hypocrite, so I have some merit. Sort of.
The drive down to VA takes about 11 hours. The drive back takes longer. 13 plus hours of hell. Getting back home to the Ocean is a mission that takes teamwork in our vehicle. Everyone knows that dad is on FULL ALERT MODE. Why? Are you kidding me? Rte 81 is nothing but white knuckle driving. With large tractor trailer trucks whizzing by on both sides of you, it's unnerving at best. You need to be paying attention.
At one point, a small Volkswagen Jetta suddenly swerved into my lane. No signals, no brakes. I hit the brakes and the JEEP Commander's Anti-brake locking system kicked in. The person driving the JETTA was clueless at what had just happened. The person, was a female who appeared to be eating a large muffin. In the back seat of her vehicle, were trays of muffins all stacked up. She had a bumper sticker on her car that read COEXIST. You've seen them. The one with the peace sign where the "O" should be.
I went into my fantasy mode and thought; in Ralph's Fantasy World where Road Rage is Legal, I would of grinded my Commander against her wimpy JETTA and made her pull over. Then I would of yanked her out of the vehicle and yelled "Bitch! You almost killed my entire family! You want to COEXIST? My Jeep almost Co-existed with your Jetta by driving through the back end of this thing!"
Then, I would of stuffed a handful of muffins down her throat and my own.
Thankfully, I snapped out of my wacky, make believe world, when my wife said "Can you believe that idiot?" I turned and looked at her and just shook my head. "Unbelievable."
I guess it could of been worse. She could of been texting someone. Then we heard on the news about the Walmart employee who was trampled to death on Black Friday. We shook our heads in disbelief.
We all couldn't wait to get back to the ocean.
Those of you who are regular readers, all know by now, this column is a day late. I tried to finish up last night, but my body was still vibrating from the long 13 hour drive. Sorry if I messed up your Monday morning routine. Mine is messed up as well. I try to keep this thing fresh for you all on Sunday's but sometimes life gets in the way. Thanksgiving is one of those week's where Ole Ralph's Pic gets messed up.
But I do trust you all had a nice Thanksgiving. I know that those of you who stayed close to home, got some REAL good surf. That's good. I hope you all filled your bellies with the Thanksgiving Bounty that was born from the early days of New England. We are pretty lucky (historical wise) to have all these major events that have happened in our Nation's History to have occurred right here in New England.
Thanksgiving with the Pilgrims, to the start of the Revolutionary
War, to the birth of Ralph's Pic of the Week. Pretty historical
wouldn't you say? Or is it hysterical? Either way, we live in a pretty
special neck of the woods. It all started here. Right here in New
the Steelers are not a good team. They are. But from what we
heard (we were driving home listening on Sirrius radio.
And if yesterday's performance by the Patriots were not bad enough, the Denver Broncos did us all a favor by beating the JETS. We could of pulled within one game of the AFC East if we had won. As it stands now, our play-off chances are slim. Not impossible, but slim. And we can't look at any of the remaining four games and predict which games we will win, and which ones we will lose. Even the Vegas bookies can't do that.
Don't get me wrong here guys. Last week I was saying that I'm back into the team. And I am. It's just that as a fan, well, I'm entitled to be upset when our team loses. And not just lose, but get their freaking asses kicked. Catch them dam footballs! Don't fumble them dam footballs! Take those dam footballs and cross over the goal line. The concept of football is simple. Score more points than the other team.
sees a KNEEBOARD FROM SOUTH AFRICA:
Dunn has a great video piece on WMUR TV Channel 9 click this
link to see our boy Jimmy surf and crack people up.
forget that "GREETING
SEASONS" comes out on December 7th. And "Groovemasters"
the first ever Longboard ONLY movie from Surf Free Or Die comes
out on Sunday December 21st. The first day of Winter.
Support ALL The photographers who contribute to Ralph's Pic Of
The Week Especially: Ed O'Connell, John Carden, Brian Nevins,
Jamie Wade, Kevin Doherty, Lenny Nichols, Chris Shipley, Ross Kunkel,
Bob Consentino, and Chris Thompson and all the others who submit
photos to this site.
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A Couple More from Thanksgiving Day 1986
Sam Hammer laying the hammer down. November 26th, 2008.
Mike Gleason making gravy. Pre Thanksgiving, November 26th, 2008.
Pre Thanksgiving soup riding, November 26th, 2008.
I know, I know this guy...but I can't remember his name. Anyone? November
2008 Today-More from this Last Week in New England November 26-2008
2008 Today-Surf Scenes from Today in Hawaii
Today 2008 PARTING SHOT- "Surfing for the blind"