Saturday, November 21, 2015

Who’s In Charge Here?

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...

May the good things of life
be yours in abundance
not only at Thanksgiving
but throughout the coming year.

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