As the snow falls and the wind blows another Thanksgiving is in the works. I am probably thankful for a lot more things than I realize, besides a warm house and enough food on the table. There are many millions on this planet without those things.
The native inhabitants of this continent were decimated by disease brought over by the Europeans in the 1500's, but in (what was to become) Plymouth, Massachusetts the locals helped and made peace with some refugees. It lasted for about 50 years. It was probably about the longest stretch of peace this "country" would ever know. Maybe welcoming more refugees in at this time would give us another stretch. I can dream, can't I?
Here, myself, Otto, and my brother are sitting down to a Thanksgiving meal in the early 1960's. Things have certainly changed in the last half century, but life is still good. I hope all of you have a happy and stress free Thanksgiving.