I went back to Centralia for Thanksgiving. My mother’s place is so cluttered. I have a picture of the cramped room where I slept while I was there. It was once the bedroom shared by my brother and I. It is now filled with restaurant toys and, well, clutter. I really do not care for the clutter.

In Centralia there is a laundromat that has the tail of an airplane embedded in the roof. I don’t remember the story but I believe that a small aircraft once crashed into the building. I think they patched the roof and left the tail. I wish I had taken more pictures but my camera’s memory was filled.

We had Thanksgiving lunch with my aunt, uncle, cousins and their children. One of my cousin’s daughters was raving about how much she enjoyed a home video my brother and I made when we were teenagers. I had completely forgotten about the wild-haired hand puppet named Moses. While the adults were taking turkey-inspired naps, my brother and I entertained ourselves. It seems Moses had a predilection for whipped cream. In fact he would look at the camera and exclaim: “Whipped Cream!” I told her she wasn’t allowed to watch any more home movies. Heh.