OPINION —Growing up, Thanksgiving usually came with two tables. There was the adult table and the kids’ table. And when you’re a kid, there’s something mysterious about that adult table. That’s where the important people sit. That’s where the good food seems to be. That’s where the conversations you aren’t supposed to hear are happening. So, you spend years waiting for the day when someone finally decides you’re old enough to move up. Then somet…
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