RURAL WRITES

| RURAL WRITES | G.A. SCHEINOHA CONTRIBUTOR It’s not a holiday we recall much. Leastwise, specific memories, such as Christmas (best present ever) or Easter (the year you ate your weight in chocolate cream eggs). Only to undergo an intensive pink stuff treatment come Monday. If anything, Thanksgiving is blurred into a nearly seamless patched quilt remembrance. A feast of gluttony begun