The First Thanksgiving
From a couple years ago, a reminder of the first Thanksgiving, and of how blessed we are today.
Atlanta, GA
We are blessed.
Our house is in a reclusive spot, away from the noise. Not that we’re entirely immune. Periodically…like fumes from a waste dump…daily news seeps in.
But unlike in many cities during this horrible year, our location allows us (when better judgment lapses) the luxury of watching our ambient idiocy unfold on the …
