It was Thanksgiving of 2014.  Why my Dad got it in his head to fry a turkey I’ll never know, except maybe for the fact that he was an old southerner from Texas and as we all know, people in the south love their fried foods. Dad had never done this before, and to complicate things further he wanted to fry two turkeys – one for our family and one for another family he got to know from his grief support group.  Dad was 92 that year, but he was in great shape, mentally and physically. The thing about Dad was he always lassoed someone in to help him, which meant you did most of the work, and guess who he called to help that year? Yes, yes, it was me.

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