I have been traveling to Dixmont, Maine for Thanksgiving with my wife Sherry over the last 30 plus years. My in-laws are as my father self-described, "hillbillies." And let's just say that they introduced me to lifestyle of outdoorsy-ness, that I wasn't fully exposed to growing up in the Capital City, of Augusta.

In the time that I have been part of my wife's wicked big family, I have managed to expand my palate beyond Butterball and become more sophisticated to dig into wild turkey from the woods out back. The wild turkey was usually deep fried by my wild and crazy father-in-law, Ken Demmons.

7 years ago, there was a new deep-fried delicacy on the holiday dinner menu upta Dixmont. Thanksgiving in Maine and ONLY in Maine with road-kill deer.  Let's watch as my wife's dad, Ken shows us how to cook it out in the garage. What a friggin' riot he is, guy.

And now, let’s go to the kitchen table.

“You don’t know what you’re eating, until you try some.”

— Ken Demmons (aforementioned crazy father-in-law)

Wonder what kind of critter the folks are servin' up this year?

My wonderful wild and crazy father-in-law, Ken Demmons passed away just before Thanksgiving last year at the age of 79. As you can imagine, this will be a difficult week for me on this 1st anniversary of a profound loss for my wife Sherry and our family.

If you are reading this, you likely watched both videos above and were able to see a shining example of all the light, love and laughter Ken brought to everyone around him.

I miss talking with him. I miss his big, long hugs. I miss how he always said "I love you so much." during those big, long hugs. I miss his incredible sense of humor and his contagious laughter. I miss everything about him.

"I love you so much" too, Ken Demmons and I am forever grateful to have known you.

Happy Thanksgiving Blimpville...Love, Guru