I'm thankful for my family in all our loud, busy, need-to-clean-the-living-room-again cacophony. Despite the appalling lack of testosterone.
I'm thankful for the great poets in my life, for their eagerness to teach, and their willingness to welcome.
I'm thankful for being looked on as the kind of man people can approach in moments of need and say "I could really use your help".
I'm thankful for having a good job doing work I love for a company whose products help people lead healthy lives.
I'm thankful for a Jets season that seems to be leading to a productive end, though I haven't started planning the playoff watching party just yet.
I'm thankful for the time I'll spend with Albert Finney, Jimmy Stewart, Burl Ives, Joel Grey, and Peter Ustinov in December.
And I'm thankful for you, my six loyal readers, for letting me spend a little time with you during the past year.
Happy Thanksgiving, all.