Bush Saves Turkey from Thanksgiving Dinner Table WASHINGTON (Reuters) - President Bush personally intervened from the White House on Tuesday to set aside a death sentence -- for a turkey. "By virtue of this pardon, Katie is on her way not to the dinner table but to Kidwell farm in Herndon, Virginia," Bush said, granting the reprieve from the dinner table to Katie, the first female turkey in the decades-old history of the White House Thanksgiving tradition. (full story >>) I'm sorry, but am I missing something? I don't quite understand this tradition. I guess it's supposed to be cute and all, for the kids, but isn't it just emphasizing that hundreds of thousands of non-pardoned turkeys are going to die? Also, do you suppose the pardoned turkey has any issues with survivor guilt? |
Tuesday . November 26 . 2002 . 7:27pm |
blast from the past I had my final residency interview today. Starting tomorrow, I have more than a month off from work, school, everything. This, to me, is amazing. I love that I was able to schedule my interviews this way, in between shifts of a month in the ER, allowing me to take a month off not to interview, but to enjoy. I would recommend the same to any other medical looking ahead to residency interviews the next year. Because time off rocks, and come on, I'm never going to have this much vacation time again. EVER. Today was something of a fitting interview for a close to the season, because the hospital I was visiting is only blocks away from my high school. This morning, I woke up in the same room that I had slept in all through high school, walked to the same subway station and took the same train up as I had the six years of my adolescence, got off at the same stop that I had all those years, and showed up for my appointment at 8:15am, which is the exact time that my first class would have been starting eight years ago. Christ, did I just say that I graduated from high school EIGHT YEARS ago? It was a strange sensation, taking that familiar commute, almost like I was slipping back in time, to those days when I would ride the subway up, frantically trying to finish my Math homework and simultaneously memorize my French dialogue for that day's class, all while listening to the Beatles Blue Album on my Walkman, as I did every single morning from tenth through mid-eleventh grade. Seriously, I memorized every second of that album. The lyrics to all the songs, their order on the tape, even the length of the pauses between tracks and the timing of every blip and scratch on the cassette. Listening to that tape was my morning ritual, my 40 minute way to say "Om" before the day started. The only reason I ever stopped was because my Walkman shattered after being dropped on the floor one too many times. It was strange this morning to ride on the train, pressed in among all those teenagers headed uptown for my old school. They looked exactly the same as the students looked when I was in high school, although styles have changed somewhat--more low-riding jeans, for example. A crowd of noisy boys were teasing each other for being wusses. One girl was trying to read The Grapes of Wrath while complaining to her friend that about how much she hated the book, as the story "has no plot." Their bookbags were bulky, weighed down by textbooks, and their newly-out-of-storage winter parkas poofy and overheating. They wore sneakers and platform shoes. They gossiped all the way uptown about school and teachers and people in their class and "did you hear what he did?" "No WAY!" I was dressed in a business suit with a portfolio in one hand and a purse in the other. The kids looked right through me. The same way that I completely ignored adults on the train when I was in their shoes. I was from another world, in another dimension. It made me feel old, but also faintly grateful to be done with my adolescence. xo Michelle |
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Bush Saves Turkey from Thanksgiving Dinner Table WASHINGTON (Reuters) - President Bush personally intervened from the White House on Tuesday to set aside a death sentence -- for a turkey. "By virtue of this pardon, Katie is on her way not to the dinner table but to Kidwell farm in Herndon, Virginia," Bush said, granting the reprieve from the dinner table to Katie, the first female turkey in the decades-old history of the White House Thanksgiving tradition. (full story >>) I'm sorry, but am I missing something? I don't quite understand this tradition. I guess it's supposed to be cute and all, for the kids, but isn't it just emphasizing that hundreds of thousands of non-pardoned turkeys are going to die? Also, do you suppose the pardoned turkey has any issues with survivor guilt? |
Above: President Bush granted a pardon today to the first female turkey in the decades-old history of the White House Thanksgiving tradition. |
