RIP Alice

Alice passed away this week,

But it would just be wrong

If a Turkey Day went by without

Us listening to her song*.

 

For Arlo Guthrie wrote a tale

About her restaurant

And he started a tradition

Which, each year, I always want.

 

We’re sitting in the car, en route

To have our special meal

And at noon on classic radio,

My husband at the wheel,

 

The eighteen minute tune comes on;

We laugh at every word

Of this “massacree,” a story

Which, though true, is most absurd.

 

And when the chorus comes around,

We belt it loud and clear,

Reminding us that it’s Thanksgiving

And we’re all still here.

 

Today we pulled up early,

(Me, my daughter and my spouse)

To the driveway of our son

And soon he exited his house

 

In the pouring rain and climbed inside,

While Arlo did his thing

And he joined right in, so chorus time,

The four of us did sing.

 

More family waited in his home,

But they did not take part.

Still, this was the moment of the day

That really touched my heart.

 

*Alice’s Restaurant Massacree” by Arlo Guthrie