Thanksgiving Day. Like much of the country I succumbed to the white noise of the football game and an overstuffed gullet and soon drifted off to sleep. I’m not sure what caused this dream, the oyster and corn casserole or the extra helping of “pink stuff” (a cream based cherry jello salad of family renown). I remember waking up in our old house. “Hurry up sleepy head, the parade’s coming on soon,” I heard my mother yell. That woke me up real quick. Not that I might miss the famous parade but that I heard mom’s voice. Its been, five,