

When it comes to celebrating, the folks at the End of the Road have an uncanny
knack for turning tradition on its ear. Come join them and you’ll understand
why so many relish coming back to this special home town and why Tom Bodett
is considered one of America’s best-loved storytellers.

From Norman’s Thanksgiving
…When Aunt Sissy called the kids for dinner, Norman was the
last body to slink up the stairs. He was looking at his feet as he
walked past the big dining table and didn’t see his dad until
a hand reached out and touched his shoulder. "Norm," his
dad said. "Why don’t you join us?"
Like I said. There are just a few occasions that were allocated in
this life that are going to stay with us all the way to the end, and
this was certainly one of Norman’s. For as long as he lives he’ll
remember standing for the first time with the grown Tuttles, with a
mysterious half glass of dark red wine in his hand, and listening to
his father’s benediction.
He thanked the Lord for the good fishing season, and he thanked Him
for good health, and a year of peace. And he thanked Him for his healthy
children. And he looked Norman full in the face, and thanked his Lord
most especially for bringing his oldest boy back to him to grow into
such a fine young man.
And Norman clinked his glass to his father’s and sipped the
strange wine and wondered, as he always would, how something that tasted
so bitter could leave such a sweet and lasting taste in his mouth.
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