HAPPY THANKSGIVING

WILD TURKEYS AT A BIRD FEEDER IN OCONOMOWOC, WI, LAST SPRING

Thursday, Thanksgiving Day.  8:30 AM.  38 degrees F at the ferry dock, 33 on the back porch.  Wind variable and calm, the sky mostly cloudy and overcast with the sun making little progress in its efforts to shine through.  Humidity 92%, the barometer 30.17" and more or less steady.  There is virtually no snow left for Thanksgiving, and it is a quiet morning, altough there was an emergency ambulance run earlier as I heard the sirens and see that neighbor Sherman has returned from his call to duty. That's a good thing about small communities; an EMT of Volunteer Fireman is usually a close neighbor.
   We are again far from family and old friends on Thanksgiving, so we and a few other "orphans" will join together as at our church parish house for dinner after a short morning prayer service.  It will be a small group, perhaps eight of us;  small enough that I might be able to snare a drum stick!
   We had a turkey in the freezer, Joan made a casorole,  someone else will bake a pie, and so on, and all will be good, and I am sure plenty.  And we will indeed be with church family.
   Joan and I wish all of you a wonderful Thanksgiving, the least commercial, most genuine, best holiday of the year!