Like the past several years, I’ve missed you all on Thanksgiving.  I hope next year will be very different (but no guarantees).

We all have a lot to be grateful for on this day, but for me I am especially grateful for how the year has turned out.

I’m thankful to God (or whatever higher power you may subscribe to) for getting us through the past year more or less in one piece.  I’m also more thankful than I can say for the support of all the family during this period, and I firmly believe that all of you, in each of your own ways, were largely responsible for the the positive outcome.

I hope to re-engage on WExForce once I get back to the States in January.  I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank you all and to let you know what a great and meaningful Thanksgiving this one is for me.

The End is like the girl who wanted to eat a real apple. “Never seen a real one,” said her Dad. “Real ones make you sick,” said her Mom. “Apples used to rot on the ground,” said her Uncle. But her brother wanted one too, and so flew her to the museum. They found the farm exhibit and the old tree in the window-house. The tall brother picked an apple from a branch and took a bite. But it was a real apple, and not yet ripe. “Gross,” he said, and spat. The girl knelt and took an apple from the ground. She bit in, then spat out worms and rot. “See?” her brother said. But she took another apple, bit, stopped, chewed, smiled, and swallowed. “Don’t eat it, it’s rotten!” her brother warned. But she had discovered the truth: not everything fallen is rotten.