I spent Thanksgiving at my aunt's house in Spanish Fork. Besides the most delicious turkey, potatoes, stuffing, yams, cranberries, creamy orange salad, and pie, the highlight of the day was the bingo ball tournament. It's also called senior golf--where you throw two golf balls on a string at some rebar posts and try and get them to stay for points. Everyone played, and when you weren't playing we sat happily on the deck cheering on the players. I actually make it to the semifinals, but that was the extent of my dingo ballness. My uncle, the one throwing below, won the whole thing. You know, it doesn't really matter so much what you do when you're with family--just being with them is the best part.