Whee!

Every once in a while, I buy a lottery ticket. My dad used to ask me to do it, when he had a feeling it might win, and it most always won something-- a free ticket, three dollars, something small. But today, I was thinking of my parents because I was out in Orange near the bbq place where I got the turkey last Thanksgiving, the one that brought mom temporarily back from starvation. It was delicious, and she ate and ate and ate the smoked bird, the two kinds of stuffing, the cornbread, the gravy, and the pie. When I turned the corner to my street, I stopped at the market and bought a ticket, in honor of them, and what do you know? It won $50.!