Happy Thanksgiving, Part 1
Mamacita says: I love Thanksgiving. Sexist though it may sound, it usually takes a woman to fully comprehend what goes on in the kitchen before all that wonderful food appears on the table. I have several male friends who know, too. Painter Doris Lee portrays it beautifully, and some things haven’t changed all that much since a holiday kitchen looked a lot like this one.
Preparing large meals for a crowd is one of my favorite things in all the world to do. I need to buy a boarding house. The more I think about it, the more I think that would be just the life for me.
Every dinner would be like a Thanksgiving dinner: a crowd of people around the table, conversation, and company.
I think I need to get out more.
Real Americans Will Rise Again
The horrific peril in which we are living. . . The monsters in charge. . . The demons that now feel emboldened and entitled to emerge from the shadows and show us what they’ve always been. . . The bellowing and violence and proud grinning idiocy that would have made Hitler proud. . . This is not America, but it is apparently what a subculture of America loves and feeds on. I hope the world can forgive us for this foul infestation when the dust clears and the devils are banished. This is not America. This is not who the REAL Americans are. But real Americans, the lovers of peace and equality and education and work ethic, will rise again. We’re learning a hard lesson about complacency. We will take back our brave, free land and we will never take it for granted again. This we vow.
“Pity the nation whose people are sheep. . . .”
True then, true now, true always.
