Every Thanksgiving in NYC (since I’ve only lived in this area, not sure if Alice’s gets played around the nation – do they play the song where you live?) at 12:00pm, radio stations play Arlo Guthrie’s classic, Alice’s Restaurant.
No matter what I’m doing, I make sure to sit on my parent’s old, yet incredibly comfortable corduroy yellow couch, turn up the radio (these days it’s on 104.3, but I remember listening on 102.7 and 92.3 back in the 80s and 90s) and listen to Guthrie’s story about Vietnam, the draft and of course, Alice’s Restaurant.
Thanksgiving is full of tradition for me – dinner with family, annual football game, annual party with friends that started in 1996, and I look forward to waking up on Thursday morning (usually to the smell of turkey in the oven, although recent years, we’ve had other plans) hanging out and waiting for noon to listen to Alice’s Restaurant with my folks – a song which is only played at this one time on this one day. Tradition.