Happy 11.22.01

For those of you not living here in the great PX, it’s hard to imagine the importance of Thanksgiving to us colonials. It’s the only non-war related, non-religious, non-political holiday we have of any consequence, and it marks the transition to the really important part of the year which has to do with plying retailers throughout the land with wads of our hard earned cash in exchange for stuff that will later make the grand cosmic cycle from gift, to back of the closet, to garage sale or charitable donation.

The story of the first Thanksgiving is a well worn wease about persecuted zealots who flee to the future site of a fishing and tourist center with ship-related industries and cranberry-packing houses via a twelve year sojourn in Leiden, the Netherlands. In 1617, discouraged by economic difficulties, excessively rich Dutch food, and the fact that their children were spending too much time in the red light district smoking hemp, the loyal few voted to leave their hiatus in Holland and immigrate to America. Not everyone went and money was