Recently my brother Kip and his family–Lisa, Julia and Ford–spent a few days with us. I showed them the galley of Thanksgiving: The True Story and where I quoted Lisa about Thanksgiving Day football games. (p. 100) Later in their visit, Kip walked by me and simply said “St. Augustine.” “Huh,” I replied. “St. Augustine” he said and walked away. What is he talking about? I wondered. Suddenly I got it. “Kip,” I called after him. “Did you just read chapter 1 in Thanksgiving?” (St. Augustine, Florida is one of the 12 competing claims for the location of “first” Thanksgiving that I write about in chapter 1.) “St. Augustine,” he said.