Thanksgiving at my house always means clog dancing — clog dancing from dawn to dusk and on into the middle watches of the night.

Here’s some footage from last year’s shindy (via Laura Leivick) — expecting an even wilder time this year.

5 thoughts on “CLOG DANCING

  1. Party this year was so great. Still drunk. Dancing gives me the thrill of living, how can that hurt a person? My heart ached only because Sallie died last Friday and wasn’t there making wisecracks. Lloyd was in good form, we had his Aunt Melinda’s sour cherry pie together, two pieces each. I stayed up past the dawn with Jack, I like the cool way he looks at me. He made real cowboy coffee, the kind that takes the enamel right off your teeth. More next year! More!

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