fitzw | Thanksgiving

helwen has already posted a note about our family's Thanksgiving dinner (usually held on the Saturday before the official date, occasionally on the Saturday after). I just wanted to add a little something about an occurrent while we were all waiting for dinner preparation to be finished.

I don't know how it started, but at some point I noticed my brother W (age 53) and his son T (age 25) lying on their backs on the floor, facing different directions, with their elbows locked together, inside legs straight and outside legs with knees bent.

I know that position: Seems that W was in the process of educating T about the joys of leg wrestling. T wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, and then someone noticed me watching, so it was decided (I can't even recall who made the suggestion) that W and I should do a demonstration first. Before the suggestion was finished, I was already emptying my pockets and taking off my shoes (which got a laugh out of several people).

A little background: We all (four brothers and one sister) used to do leg wrestling when we were younger, right into our teen years. My sister used to win every time until we got taller than her. I'm the youngest, but even when we were all about the same size I don't think that I ever won against any of my brothers. I have memories of the world turning upside down every time I leg-wrestled one of them.

This time, I flipped W, the military man, with ease.

Afterwards, W and T went to it, and W flipped his son with ease. Any other possible candidates begged off with complaints of back or neck issues (no kidding -- not something you want to do with a spine problem).

A discussion got going about who had the advantage, strategies involved, that sort of thing. W's comment: "I don't know what happened; I was busy."

Made me feel good. ;-)