you can have anything you want,
at Alice's restaurant...
This afternoon, after the roasted chicken, potatoes, candied yams,
sauteed squash, seasoned mustard greens, whole-cranberry sauce, and
but before the pecan pies, cookies, pecan treat with ice-cream...;
I heard "Alice's Restaurant" on the radio. It's that station's
tradition to play the song/narration twice on Thanksgiving Day, every
year. I'd heard the song long ago (clearing throat, maybe not
that long ago, coulda just been a coupla-few years back) but it's been
awhile and I do like to catch it when I can.
So, I settled back in my pink plush swiveling rocking chair and
indulged in Arlo's rendition of his tale. Poor kid. For
those of you who would like to brush up on it yourselves, check this site.
it's around back, half a mile from the railway track.