When they wrote it on the wall

It's Thanksgiving time, and you'll be lucky if you don't find yourself scrambling for something Hallmarkish to offer as they go 'round the table reciting the things life has blessed us with. And you draw a blank, which is a terrifying moment because you feel like a base ingrate, not even able to identify a single honest object of gratitude. But then you realize all the miseries you're not suffering (that maybe someone else is) and all the banal moments of non-hardship are worth appreciating together, and deserve a big collective shout-out if you can hold them all together in your mind for a second. I'll be working on a way to capture that in my moment of table time. Oh, and also, I thank the Lord for giving us Steely Dan.

Meanwhile, have a happy one. Back next week.

Steely Dan - The Caves of Altamira