Thanksgiving is a time of gathering, enjoying time and good food with family and friends, and giving thanks. But it doesn’t always go quite like that. The power goes out in the middle of the meal. Uncle Bob becomes overserved and loudly tells his version of his messy divorce with beloved Aunt Noni, rest her soul. In my case, my oven died and I had to cook the 22-pound turkey at my son’s apartment in his smaller oven a couple miles away, and we then had to lug the thing back to my house to feed 10 guests. (I used a toaster oven to help cook everything else.) We’d like to hear about your Thanksgiving disaster and how you managed to be thankful just the same. Write me, Karen Schneider, at [email protected] by Nov. 1, for an upcoming story in the Sun Journal.

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