Closed Thanksgiving

I had in mind to talk to you all about my concept of Thanksgiving, but the themes are hardly original or fresh – American Indians; Democracy’s Demise, etc. Instead, I’ve decided to tell you about being thankful (a page right out of Mark Twain or Garrison Keillor!)

A package arrived from a childhood friend (Louisiana Swamps) of Italian decent who has resided in Rome for the better part of her life. She was my closest neighbor out there in the Styx, and we did all that magical childhood stuff together . . . it has all become dada in my mind. At sixteen we began writing poetry in the girls’ locker room – that’s equivalent to reading Thomas Mann rather than watch “Survivor” in contemporary terms.

Diana, thank you for always sending me the color Yellow. Marilyn – you and your brother Jimmy live eternally in my heart; the best years, at that.

Let's give thanks for having the capacity to play with the concept of life and extend this invitation to others.