Circles and arrows

One more Thanksgiving tradition, one that figured strongly in my youth:

I saw the film version in Tokyo, with Japanese sidetitles. What those translations of Arlo’s story were like, and what the other movie-goers made of it, I do not know.

Flipping the bird

And here’s another traditional Thanksgiving story, courtesy of Stan Freburg.

I swear I can never think of that First Thanksgiving gathering without picturing them having to go forward with the meal eating the wrong bird, on account of by the time they found out about the mistake, the guests had “already started on their little nut cups.”

Turkeys trot, not fly

As we head into the last Thanksgiving before the Age of Kleptocracy commences, let us return to a time when Ohio was prosperous thanks to the strength of now-toothless unions, the work of organizations like the soon-to-be-dismantled EPA had extinguished the fires on the Cuyahoga River, and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame was but a gleam in Ahmet Ertegun’s eye.

In short, let us step into one of the greatest Thanksgiving promotions ever planned by a miniscule AM radio station, an event that will live in our memory for as long as the grass shall grow brown from aquifer pollution by fracking.

And a couple of the salient points:

Happy Thanksgiving, and may God have mercy on us all.

Domestic comfort

This exchange took place on Twitter in the days following the election.

If you need it explained to you, then…no, I cannot help you.

Gratitude Monday: Sunlight through trees

As we move through November and watch the Kleptocrat-elect go low at every possible opportunity (Administration picks racists, anti-Semites, science-deniers and chicken hawks? Check. Blurring the settlement of a multi-year, multi-million-dollar fraud case with a pouty tweet-storm about people in a theatre and a TV show exercising their First Amendment rights? Check. Laying the groundwork for pimping out the Presidential office for personal business gains? Oh, hell, check.), I’m really having to reach to find things to be grateful for.

Things that take me away from awareness that this cataclysm is upon us.

I found one as I was driving around Northern Virginia to stock up on grocery supplies for the holidays. It’s been so long since I’ve lived in a place where the leaves change colors before they drop that I’d forgotten what a joy that experience is. Because the sun filtering through an avenue of autumn-yellow leaves turns your whole world golden.

So for this, today, I am grateful.