Life of the Party
ONE OF THE oldest holiday traditions in the Evans family is that we’ve always had Bloody Marys on Thanksgiving and Christmas Day. I believe this started with my grandparents, but it was really championed by my Uncle Goodloe, who was the most outrageous and fun person in our extended family. Back in the eighties, he was the guy who would show up at our gatherings in colorful pants, and he was also known for his colorful language, which he somehow employed in a way that made even my grandmother laugh. At our duck camp in Carlisle, Arkansas (where we spent a lot of time together), he was famous for being the last one to go to bed and the last one to show up for breakfast, which usually started at…