Greeting from the lighter side…
The calendar reads Thursday, November 23, 2006… Thanksgiving Day. However, to the advanced spam filters it’s popping up as another installment of The Chronicles of a Lost Southerner. With all the trappings of an annual event that no one pays much attention to after it is over. I offer a few words.
>It seems to be nothing more than my ego talking to some, but nonetheless I’ll dedicate this year to Novalee Kay and Valerie. For some of you this may be a first, to others it’s just a recipe for a quick delete. Hopefully y’all enjoy it either way.
In the great spirit of American unity in this season of division and diversity I offer up a thankful pause to my friends and family. Being a descendent of the eastern band of Cherokee, the true founding fathers of the five civilized nations for which this holiday is celebrated. In remembrance of those people helping a few illegal immigrants to make it through a tough winter; I say to our illegal brethren this day “Los amigos buenos del día y la familia... ¡Acción de gracias feliz!”
Being from a promised land that keeps raising the stakes, making it harder to just get by, there are moments when some people feel nothing at all. Having their minds read by those looking down from the edge – a fact that only makes me stop to think we’re just painted by numbers. May we all escape the race for just one day and enjoy the ones we are with.
Another year twisting and turning around the only star that can’t be gossiped about or fall from grace. Things get complicated when we’re constantly tripping over the people ahead in order to be the next one closer to the end; with no prize for the most, the biggest, the best or the brightest. As the song once said “all good things must end someday”, I wish we didn’t have to go. Maybe it won’t be tomorrow… who would do all the shopping on the most important day of the year?
I just hope it’s not dark on the other side.
The calendar reads Thursday, November 23, 2006… Thanksgiving Day. However, to the advanced spam filters it’s popping up as another installment of The Chronicles of a Lost Southerner. With all the trappings of an annual event that no one pays much attention to after it is over. I offer a few words.
>It seems to be nothing more than my ego talking to some, but nonetheless I’ll dedicate this year to Novalee Kay and Valerie. For some of you this may be a first, to others it’s just a recipe for a quick delete. Hopefully y’all enjoy it either way.
In the great spirit of American unity in this season of division and diversity I offer up a thankful pause to my friends and family. Being a descendent of the eastern band of Cherokee, the true founding fathers of the five civilized nations for which this holiday is celebrated. In remembrance of those people helping a few illegal immigrants to make it through a tough winter; I say to our illegal brethren this day “Los amigos buenos del día y la familia... ¡Acción de gracias feliz!”
Being from a promised land that keeps raising the stakes, making it harder to just get by, there are moments when some people feel nothing at all. Having their minds read by those looking down from the edge – a fact that only makes me stop to think we’re just painted by numbers. May we all escape the race for just one day and enjoy the ones we are with.
Another year twisting and turning around the only star that can’t be gossiped about or fall from grace. Things get complicated when we’re constantly tripping over the people ahead in order to be the next one closer to the end; with no prize for the most, the biggest, the best or the brightest. As the song once said “all good things must end someday”, I wish we didn’t have to go. Maybe it won’t be tomorrow… who would do all the shopping on the most important day of the year?
I just hope it’s not dark on the other side.
Until then,
I’m Jarvis.
Happy Thanksgiving!
I’m Jarvis.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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