For crisp days, sunshine, farms, cities, good books, my family, all the places I’ve loved and all the people who have loved me. For Baristaville, with all its good sushi, Thai food, art house movies, old houses, smart people, irreverence … and especially all those people who raise their hands and volunteer. I am even thankful for the things I don’t like (football comes to mind) and people who annoy me (cathar) because after all the world needs testosterone and vinegar. I am thankful to have been born an American, not because we’re the most powerful nation in the world, or the most righteous, or God-fearing, but because we are the luckiest.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Get there, and back, safely. And remember, if you go shopping tomorrow, to spend your money close to home.
Nov. 27, 2008
PS. And somebody let us know who wins, the Bengals or the Mounties.