A Thanksgiving story

A Thanksgiving related story, actually. It's about a time when close friends and family gathered at my in-laws' place, and that evening we teamed up for a game of Pictionary. There was an easel set up, and it was the turn of the opposing team (including father-in-law Paul and friend DJ). Paul was drawing.

Paul drew three little sailboats. The number was apparently important, because DJ proceeded to dub them, "Niña, Pinta, Santa Maria," and Paul nodded assent. So far so good, apparently. So then Paul drew a wavy line before the boats and a flat oval blob on the side of the wavy line opposite the boats. He pointed at the blob, emphatically. It was a large object on the... shoreline, then? It was...

"Plymouth Rock!" DJ shouted.

"Yes!"

And Paul and DJ proceeded to celebrate. I turned toward teammate 3XHAR, and he was looking at me with this expression of "what the hell just happened?" And I asked aloud, "That being where Columbus" (pause two seconds), "dropped off the Pilgrims?" I was momentarily stunned at how Paul and DJ could have possibly been on the exact same ahistorical wavelength. Of course, we gradually succumbed to laughing fits over the absurdity of it, and the tale is now a family gem.

So Happy Thanksgiving everyone, and be sure to reflect fondly this holiday on how Providence guided the Puritans to hitch a ride with Columbus, sign the Santa Maria Compact and settle the Bahamas!

Regards,

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