Much to be grateful for, around here. Our large and extended family, our health (which, even in difficulty, has been astonishingly resilient - prayer works!), our feline roommates, our (slightly leaky) roof, our close friends, our new friends, the folks we've met through our podcasts and performing, and the pure Grace of having been born in this blessed (if slightly confused and confusing) country.
Woke up this morning recalling Thanksgiving days past - the first one in Santa Barbara, when we couldn't afford a turkey so I made spaghetti - and we were so grateful to dine in a house hardly furnished but in a room with a view of the Pacific; and when smoke unexpectedly began whisping out of the top oven in the house on Citrus, and pulling out the whipped yam casserole topped with flaming marshmallows - I can't remember how I put it out but dinner was a success, anyway; the flash of memory that brings back sitting around the big mahogany table in the House on the Hill (where Johnny still lives) with Mom and Dad and Grammy and her siblings and spouses still with us - Well, that 's all a whole, book, I guess, if I ever get around to it.
At any rate, wherever you are, and whomever you spend this day with - or if you simply spend it alone - please know that out here in California there's someone who is wishing you the very best of experiences and memories on this particularly special day.