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canyonwalkerThanksgiving triplog #9
Manassas, VA · Mon, 24 Nov 2025. 10pm.
The week of eating our way through our family and friends continues! But whereas Hawk came up with that line out of frustration that so much of this Thanksgiving week is about eating, I embrace it. And not because I'm looking for an excuse to over-eat repeatedly but because I accept that an enjoyable meal is a great setting around which to gather and meet friends and relatives. Tonight's gathering, after a different one at lunch earlier today, was with my cousin Matt, aka The Talking Moose, and his wife, Sally.
Among all my cousins Matt is one of the few I was close to as a child and have remained close to as an adult. ...Of course, "close to" is a relative term as when we were kids we only saw each other once or twice a year. And now that we're adults we see each other... once or twice a year. 😅 But I always felt we were close in the sense that we're close in age and share similar intelligence, interests, and curiosity about the world.
We met for dinner this evening at the South Riding Inn. It's a pub with an extensive menu in South Riding, Virginia. As I quipped earlier today, I grew up not that far from here and had never heard of South Riding until maybe a year ago. A quick check of Wikipedia tells me why.... South Riding is a place-name made up by a developer in 1995. So, yeah, it literally didn't exist when I was growing up around here. It's a few miles outside of Chantilly, which was already considered the last suburb before the suburbs gave way to farms back then. And now, of course, it's a burgeoning suburb itself with a population of probably over 35,000.
Dinner was good. I mean, dinner— the food— was adequate. The company was excellent. With Matt and Sally we enjoyed a rollicking good discussion about life, work, family, politics, and places we've traveled. Maybe at some point we'll be able to do this more than once a year. 🤣
Manassas, VA · Mon, 24 Nov 2025. 10pm.
The week of eating our way through our family and friends continues! But whereas Hawk came up with that line out of frustration that so much of this Thanksgiving week is about eating, I embrace it. And not because I'm looking for an excuse to over-eat repeatedly but because I accept that an enjoyable meal is a great setting around which to gather and meet friends and relatives. Tonight's gathering, after a different one at lunch earlier today, was with my cousin Matt, aka The Talking Moose, and his wife, Sally.
Among all my cousins Matt is one of the few I was close to as a child and have remained close to as an adult. ...Of course, "close to" is a relative term as when we were kids we only saw each other once or twice a year. And now that we're adults we see each other... once or twice a year. 😅 But I always felt we were close in the sense that we're close in age and share similar intelligence, interests, and curiosity about the world.
We met for dinner this evening at the South Riding Inn. It's a pub with an extensive menu in South Riding, Virginia. As I quipped earlier today, I grew up not that far from here and had never heard of South Riding until maybe a year ago. A quick check of Wikipedia tells me why.... South Riding is a place-name made up by a developer in 1995. So, yeah, it literally didn't exist when I was growing up around here. It's a few miles outside of Chantilly, which was already considered the last suburb before the suburbs gave way to farms back then. And now, of course, it's a burgeoning suburb itself with a population of probably over 35,000.
Dinner was good. I mean, dinner— the food— was adequate. The company was excellent. With Matt and Sally we enjoyed a rollicking good discussion about life, work, family, politics, and places we've traveled. Maybe at some point we'll be able to do this more than once a year. 🤣
