Growing up, Jimmy spent most of his Thanksgiving holidays in Kentucky with his dad's family. Those days were filled with cousins, and games, and food, and the laughter (and sometimes arguing) of aunts and uncles, and freezing cold golf games with the men, and whole-family Euchre tournaments in the basement (I know that's where Jimmy decided that basements were the epitome of family coziness).

Things change and the kids are all grown with families (and in-laws) of their own. Homes have become too small for the masses to gather in, and hostesses have gotten tired of hostessing. The old traditions have evolved into experimental new ones. This year Jimmy got to combine his old joy of being with the Patterson cousins for Thanksgiving with the new joy of his own family and home. With the exception of a men's golf game in the freezing cold, I'm pretty sure we covered all the old bases.