Happy Thanksgiving again

    Last November, I made the decision not to write anything new for Thanksgiving, but, instead, to recycle something that I’d written years ago. Well, here it is again. I was tempted to remove some of the old references, and replace them with new ones, but it occurred to me that altering this post, which is fast becoming a family classic, would be like changing It’s A Wonderful Life so that Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed dance Gangnam Style instead of the Charleston in that scene that takes place over the high school pool. So, with that in mind, here it is, untouched… Enjoy….

    This Thanksgiving morning I’m tempted to get political and say that I’m thankful above all else for things like the fact that a majority of Americans still think of Sarah Palin as being unfit to serve as President, and that former U.S. House majority leader Tom DeLay was found guilty yesterday of money laundering. But, I’m trying to think less about politics today, and the swirling gyre of retardation that is the Tea Party, and focus instead on friends and family. I probably don’t say it here as often as I should, but I’m incredibly thankful for both. Without my family, I wouldn’t be here. And, without my friends, I wouldn’t be the person that am today… Sure, I might be a better, more successful and more productive version of myself without them, but I wouldn’t be the person that I am today. So, before I get started with this post, I’d just like to note that I’m incredibly thankful for everyone that I’m related to, from my grandmother in Kentucky, to my daughter, who is now in the other room, looking at our enormous turkey through the little glass porthole in the oven. There have been some bad times, and we’ve lost some people over the years, but, all in all, I’d say that we’ve been really fortunate as a family. As far as I know, all of us that are alive at the moment, are healthy, happy, employed and have roofs over our heads, which is quite an accomplishment in today’s world. As for friends, the same, for the most part, goes for them. A few are temporarily without partners or between jobs, but, as far as I know, the people in my friendship network (“tribe” sounded too new age) are doing pretty well, and I’m thankful for that. But, what I want to write about today are a few of the less obvious things that I’m thankful for – things that I don’t think I’ve ever shared with you before.

    I’m thankful that my friends Dan and Matt, when they’d graduated from college, moved to Ann Arbor to live with me. If they hadn’t, I might never have had the misdirected encouragement I needed to start a band. And, if the three of us hadn’t formed a band, I probably wouldn’t have ever ventured into Ypsilanti, where I met my wife, Linette. There are others that played a role as well, like Ward Tomich, who booked us to play at Cross Street Station that fateful night. Without al of these folks, I’d likely be living in the forest today, sucking nutrients from moss-covered rocks.

    I’m thankful for the car crash that my dad had in the late 60′s, which almost tore his arm from his body. If it hadn’t happened, my dad surely would shipped off to fight in Vietnam, with the other men that he’d been training with. Of the dozen or so men in his group, only two returned alive. I cannot imagine growing up without a father.

    I’m thankful that my mother encouraged my father to apply for job at AT&T after he was released from the Navy. (He worked at the Portsmouth Naval Hospital after recovering from his accident.) He’d been working highway construction jobs when she talked him into applying for a position at a remote audio relay station of some kind near Monticello, Kentucky. He got that job, flipping switches and listening in on people’s private phone calls, and the rest is history. He steadily climbed up through the ranks, ending his career at the company headquarters in New Jersey – probably one of the few people without a college degree to do so. If this hadn’t happened, I would likely still be in the same small town in Kentucky today, instead of in the worldly sophisticated metropolis of Ypsilanti, Michigan.

    While my parents never graduated from college, they did both attend classes as they could, which wasn’t easy with full-time jobs and two kids to raise. I remember pretty clearly my mom studying Spanish late at night at the kitchen table. And I remember them proof-reading class assignments for one another. It made an impression on me, and I’m forever thankful for it. It’ll probably make my mom cry to hear it, but I’m also thankful that they stopped taking me to church at a young age.

    I’m thankful that my parents valued education enough to settle our family in a decent school district, instead of closer to where my father was going to be working. My dad, most days, left for work at 5:00 AM to catch the bus, and didn’t return until 7:00 PM or so at night. He did that for over a dozen years straight, and, because of that, I got to attend a great public school, where I met people like Dan and Matt – the guys I mentioned above who moved to Ann Arbor to make noise, drink $1 pitchers of beer, and publish zines with me.

    Speaking of sacrifice, I’m also thankful that my distant relatives made the decision to come to America when they did. They did so without knowing if they’d ever see their homelands again. They left everything they knew in England, Sweden, Scotland, and Poland, in order to make a better life for their families. And, it’s because of their sacrifices that I’m here today, not having to work in the fields from sun up to sun down as they did.

    Oh, and I’m thankful that, of all the mental illnesses in the world, I got OCD, which kind of has its up-side.

    OK, there’a whole lot more I’d like to say, but that’ll have to be it for now, as the buzzer on the oven is ringing.

    Happy holidays.

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      10 Comments

      1. Edward
        Posted November 22, 2012 at 3:02 pm | Permalink

        That Houston touchdown was bullshit.

      2. anonymous
        Posted November 22, 2012 at 4:44 pm | Permalink

        Here’s hoping your families cook better than mine and inflict less emotional damage.

      3. K2
        Posted November 22, 2012 at 7:53 pm | Permalink

        I’m thankful for the recent incompetence of Republicans.

      4. Elf
        Posted November 22, 2012 at 11:25 pm | Permalink

        My kids look forward to this post every year. I try to interest them in the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special, but this post is all they talk about. We heat up cider and read it aloud in front of the fireplace.

      5. Oliva
        Posted November 23, 2012 at 8:08 am | Permalink

        I’m thankful for how this post connects up so meaningfully with the one before it, about how to talk to Clementine about Malala. May more and more Americans (once again) esteem education the way you do, your parents did, Malala does, many of your readers do.

        And I’m so thankful for your energy, earnestness, upside of OCD, honesty, love–and example. I’m also thankful for this sweet town, with some tawdry aspects, in which I live: Ypsilanti.

        And for it being okay to be a day late in expressing thanks . . .

      6. Oliva
        Posted November 23, 2012 at 8:10 am | Permalink

        Oh, and for unions!

      7. Grandma
        Posted November 26, 2012 at 10:46 am | Permalink

        Thank you. And I’m thankful FOR you.

      8. anonymous
        Posted November 29, 2012 at 10:04 am | Permalink

        No Thanksgiving is complete in Ypsi without a steaming bowl of turkey uteri, bought at the local Chinese grocery.

        http://languagelog.ldc.upenn.edu/nll/?p=4336

      9. melanthe alexian
        Posted September 6, 2013 at 3:02 pm | Permalink

        good god. i can’t believe how easy it was to find you. i still have the march ’91 and oct. ’91 issues of infantazine. i’ll never forget sitting out in front of the downtown hippie grocery reading it and laughing my head off. i’m glad to know you’re still out there. NO MORE ART GUILT!

      10. Posted September 6, 2013 at 7:51 pm | Permalink

        Damn, people actually read that?

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