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Yes, once again, I have neglected my blog all year only to remember that it exists when I remember its time for the re hack of my annual …. “What’s all this then about Thanksgiving” posting….. William Sydney “O. Henry” Porter, author of ”The Gift of The Magi” believed that, “There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one-day that is purely American.” Me and other amateur hacks and pundits, have always felt compelled to write FOR and ABOUT Thanksgiving, which I think, is kind of the testimony of its uniqueness, more than any other day, in the American psyche. A time when, timely as the autumn leaves, I easily can pull from the recesses of my mind, thoughts and remembrances and ponder Thanksgiving in my life. Year in and year out, I am moved by the sublime, prolific and axiomatic iconography of what it is to be an American in the Thanksgiving celebration. Whether for financial or atheistical reasons most of us trying to ignore the ‘crazed consumerism’, with its almost entirel...

It's so funny that I forget all about this thing until its Thanksgiving and then around the holidays and I always feel SO compelled to write. I have said it year after year and for me, there are few things that are so utterly expressive and filled with so many of the totems of what it is to be an American as there are in the Thanksgiving celebration. I mean really, Christmas is almost entirely man made and, at the least mistreated, but Thanksgiving ~ com'on!.... Thanksgiving is the antithesis of Christmas. It is in its original spirit and celebration, depending on what you believe, the act of rending thanks, or expressing gratitude for life, fate or God's or the grand wheel of life's favors and mercies. For all the inner gratitude we feel for our blessings and kindnesses received, the celebration of Thankfulness, the natural impulse to express that feeling. Thanksgiving is the apotheosis of our following that impulse. Victor Hugo said, " To give thanks in solitu...