Happy Thanksgiving

I remember Thanksgivings when I was a kid. Going to Grandma's house in my father's Plymouth (he never drove anything but a Plymouth) and bringing Grandma home to have dinner with us, then taking her back to her home and visiting my other Grandma for a few minutes. We're talking northwestern Pennsylvania here, where there was often snow on the ground at this time of year, and had been for a while.

It wasn't a really big deal. Now, Thanksgiving is the church Thanksgiving we went through Saturday, and I find that appropriate. Thanksgiving should mean sharing.

So share what you have with those around you -- even if it is just a smile.