The America we grew up in has all but been submerged by the (apparently) inexorable cycles of history.
But unlike the inhabitants of Atlantis, some of us stay above the flood on our own, self-constructed, self-maintained, self-defended island redoubts.
Name it. Cultural, economic, spiritual, physically... our compound's shorelines are surrounded by decay and rot.
So be it. But be of good cheer - for not having become lost like so many others, we enjoy a surety and serenity, now self denied by so many around us.
My family (by marriage, now divorced) will gather in a turkey-saturated, normalcy biased, bubble of willful ignorance of what is to befall.
I, OTOH, will dine on roasted pheasant (raised and used for dog training) with trimmings (aside from cranberries and olives) grown/gathered locally. The gravy roux prepared with rendered bear fat of an animal one of my dogs tracked after a friend had wounded it.
The Air Marshalls who participate in these travesties are probably no better, no worse on average, than any other apparatchik of tyrants who preceded. Nor will their fate (and ours) differ much either.
And so...
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! To all who remember, honor and practice our good traditions!
(It will snow here tomorrow - the woodshed is stocked - life is good - in all of its seasons)
