John Chimples sat before two large screens at his house in Ditch Plain, Montauk, one day last month. He clicked a link and one of the screens came alive with the image of an older man wearing a wry smile and wrinkled features earned in ways that most human beings can barely imagine.
Thanksgiving is perhaps the one holiday that has not yet had its meaning sucked from it by commercial vampires, at least not here on the East End. Maybe because of the wild turkeys grazing along the side of the road.
Certainly nature’s bounty in the form of striped bass, scallops, ducks, herring, deer, deer, and more deer, cauliflower, squash, brussels sprouts, and cranberries — if you know where the bogs lie — helps.