Happy Thanksgiving, my friends. Or, if you're like someone who worked with my lady and you don't "celebrate genocide," Happy "Day to Celebrate the Struggle."
Aside: When asked what you're doing for Thanksgiving by co-workers, don't snap "we don't celebrate genocide."
Here's some thanks for Thanksgiving:
You know what I'm grateful for? My wife. My immediate family: mother and my siblings. And my extended family: genetic, by marriage and by choice.
And I'm grateful to be alive, every day.
Let me reiterate how much I love my lady, I'd be nothing without her.
Happy Thanksgiving From Oregon Diner in South Philadelphia!