Happy Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is a time for stories. It starts in the morning as radio stations play special programming aimed at listeners in the kitchen and on the road. Demographic studies and Arbitron ratings must have proven that today, more than any other day, we focus more on the words than the music: Alice's Restaurant on the local independent rock station; short stories read by their authors on NPR; tales of the olden days on the A.M. local.

Then family and friends roll in, and the stories get personal. Words like wine flow around a table or a fire-lit living room; they skim the heads of scampering kids. Now the words on the radio--snow songs crooned in the background--are secondary. The Thanksgiving picture is one of sound, smell, taste and warmth. It's more complete than yesterday; so much more substantial than tomorrow.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. Enjoy the tales and the telling.

Comments

  1. jenNovember 23, 2006 at 1:06 PM

    Alice's Restaurant makes our holiday every year.

    I, too, wish you much grace and many blessings. Enjoy your family time today.

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  2. Mrs. ChickyNovember 23, 2006 at 6:36 PM

    Alice's Restaurant! I missed hearing that today since we had dinner at my house and there was no need to jump in the car.

    I hope your Thanksgiving was full of good food and better stories.

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  3. Tater and TotNovember 23, 2006 at 8:22 PM

    I thank you for sharing all of your stories with all of us!

    Happy Thanksgiving!

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  4. PeetsMomNovember 24, 2006 at 1:28 PM

    OH!!!! I haven't listened to Alice's Restaurant in years!! We have it on vinyl, but don't have a player anymore! I would have loved to hear it! Sigh...nice of you to bring it up though - lots of memories there!

    We had Thanksgiving here at my house - I made a fabulous feast, if I do say so myself and we'll be eating it for at least 2 more days! Hope you had a nice Turkey day as well!

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