Pearls of wisdom from an octogenarian who’s seen it all…
I don’t feel myself qualified to comment on Thanksgiving. It’s a noble sentiment – eat until you almost explode to give thanks for staying alive for another year – and one I applaud.
Is it like British Bank Holidays? Slightly outmoded by the number of days people get off work now? Or does it retain real meaning?
I don’t pretend to know. And neither can I pretend to like pumpkin pie.
In the spirit of friendship I’ll see your Thanksgiving and raise you British Boxing Day, wherein one lays about groaning and recovering from the Xmas excess.
Happy Thanksgiving and may your turkey be succulent….