Many of these people enjoyed a Rockwell Thanksgiving today. Roasted turkey and a table overflowing with the bounty of the land. Family. Smiling faces. Tradition.
Others in our communities weren't so lucky. Their Thanksgiving was more like Kafka, Sartre, and Camus all rolled into one.
Me, I spent the day in bed after waking up this morning with the dry heaves. Said Jack, "Yuck. You're puking."
Nonetheless, I have much to be thankful for. And, for the first time, perhaps ever, I intend to innumerate them. Well, some of them, anyway.
- My lovely wife, Jenny.
- My sons: Andrew, Richard, Elliot, Jack, and Henry.
- My parents, Anne and Richard.
- My siblings, Philip and Margaret, and their children.
- My in-laws, too numerous to even begin to list.
- My former spouse and her husband, Dianne and Dean.
- My boss, George.
- My shipmates and colleagues: You have taught me much.
- The chance to contribute and make a difference.
- The ability to string words together.
- My home and community.
- This earth, our fragile island home.
- The chance to have taught, and the lives I taught.
- My education, both formal and informal, planned and unplanned.
- Humor and satire; sarcasm and love.
- Sushi. And the FSC who introduced me to sushi.
- Health and life.
- Freedom and liberty. Democracy. Change.
- The Internet, and possibilities for good therein.
- Passion and passionate people.
- Knowledge and knowledgeable people.
- Teachers. My teachers.
- A great job, in many more than just one way.
- The past, the present, and the future.