AAA Travel projects
this holiday nearly 47 million Americans are expected to travel away from
home over the long Thanksgiving weekend.
I will be among them.
In a time when aging
veterans are told they cannot fly the flag under which they served or school
children are told by their school board that there is no time in the day to
recite the Pledge of Allegiance, upholding traditions like Thanksgiving may be
at odds with our devotion to progressivism or secular self-interest.
If there is one day
each year when food and family take center stage, it is Thanksgiving. It is a
holiday about “going home” with all the emotional content those two words
imply.
The need to connect
with loved ones and to express our gratitude is at the heart of Thanksgiving
and a yearning for a simpler time. Somewhere in the hustle and bustle is
the abiding national memory of a moment in Plymouth, nearly 400 years
ago, when two very different cultures shared an autumn feast.
While Sophie the
Wonderdog and I are away enjoying all the trappings of a turkey day feast and a
barrage of ball games on TV, this blog has been placed in the “capable” hands
of Proof our resident humorist and newly added author, Grunt
of Monte Cristo.
You can expect mischief
and perhaps a little mayhem. The keys to
the liquor cabinet have been presented to Proof. He continues to demand the keys to the good liquor, but that ain’t happenin’.
Proof always lets
Jeremiah Puffchecks (the damn squirrel that torments me) in the house and the joint gets trashed to a
fare-thee-well. I can only imagine the
wrecking ball that will go through Casa de Curmudgeon with the addition of
Grunt and Mayflower the Turkey. Oh well…as
long as nobody gets hurt…
I'll be back in a week so until then...
I'll be back in a week so until then...
May the good things of life
be yours in abundance
not only at Thanksgiving
but throughout the coming year.
be yours in abundance
not only at Thanksgiving
but throughout the coming year.
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