78. The Thanksgiving Ghosts of Plymouth Rock

Gobble gobble, it’s a ghost! We all know that Thanksgiving started in Plymouth, but what you might not know is, that whole era of American pioneering was sort of a downer! Oh, you did know that? Well…great!

This is the story of the Thanksgiving ghosts of Plymouth Rock. Come for the ghosts, stay for chicken tootsies, wet stuff, dragons down there, Human Body Hill (Living or Dead), rum is for mouths, and the enormous real estate investment potential of the Black Death.


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