Thanksgiving Proper

So quiet, as a proper day of thanks should be. No planes, not even a flyover from TAMU. No cars. Well, a few cars, but no trucks. Only the cry of geese hastening to stay ahead of the front that dropped the temperature more or less 50 degrees F. Peace, peace, peace. Why do we keep pushing happiness, when peace is possible. For me and my cat and you and the flying geese, and the buzzards out there playing on the thermals of the approaching front — and the whole shebang.

Of course, both would be nice, but happiness comes and goes. Peace we could make for the generations if we really wanted to, more than we want to be happy today.

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