Years ago I worked for Bernie Gordon at Analogic on Rt 128. Analogic company tradition was to furnish each employee with a turkey for Thanksgiving. At that time Analogic had grown so large, that it required a semi-trailer full of turkeys to serve all the employees. I can remember standing in line to get my turkey, and then lugging it across the parking lot to my car and stashing in the trunk. The whole affair gave everyone a fine Bob Cratchett / Tiny Tim feeling. That year we did Thanksgiving upcountry at the chalet, which had a tiny 24 inch studio apartment stove. The oven was barely large enough for a 12 pound turkey, this was a 14 pounder. Lot of fiddling around, thawing out, and finally pulling the broiler heater element out of the oven, and it finally went in.
The other amusing turkey story was the kosher turkey. "Dave, let me put you in for a kosher turkey. They taste better." urged a fellow employee. Bernie was Jewish and Analogic was a fairly Jewish company. So I nodded OK, and my name went to the keeper of the kosher turkey list, old Ivan Kirsh (Ivan the Curse some called him). Once on the kosher turkey list, you stayed on. Ivan was efficient and kept the turkey list up to date. So we enjoyed kosher turkeys for the duration of my stay and Analogic.
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