When Mom Rescheduled a Thanksgiving Heist
Today would have been my mother’s 90th birthday. In her honor, I am remembering that she once had the audacity to reschedule a Thanksgiving heist. It was the day before the holiday when a stranger rang the doorbell at my parents’ home in Pepper Pike. We always celebrated Thanksgiving the day before the holiday (it’s a long story), and a lot was going on. Mom looking like a boss My mother, Merle, who was nothing if not full of chutzpah, told the intruder to come back the day after Thanksgiving. With that, she thanked him and shut the door. (She may have assumed he was a service person.) Two days later, my dad answered the doorbell, but the interloper was more forceful this time. Once inside, he put poor Dad in a half-Nelson and demanded cash. There was even a gun—or a finger pretending to be one—inside the fiend’s jacket. Dad parting with cash on another occasion Vic, my dad, always kept cash at home. It was one of his habits. He would have been about seventy at the time, and the robber...
