This was our feast today. Vern and I together ate perhaps a tenth of what you see here. Oh be thankful for leftovers. Pounds and pounds of leftovers. Mary my pet, your tree is lovely. It reminds me of a Walt Whitman poem which I will send to you once I look it up. When Vern returns from his walk in the desert, we will have pumpkin pie, made from a pumpkin I grew in my back yard this year. Then we will watch "Trains, Planes and Automobiles," an annual tradition with us at Thanksgiving.

We just finished watching "The Blues Brothers," one of my favorite movies of all time. I've seen it many times, and still I laugh, and laugh, and laugh. We bought the DVD as an anniversary present for both of us this year.

Mary is right about the Thanksgiving Day holiday. May it long be preserved as a pretty-much-non-commercial-holiday. I like the myths that have grown up around the first "Harvest Home" celebration in Plimouth colony with our Native American friends joining in. Actually, it was the food provided by our red brothers that kept the Plimouth colony afloat. (And boy, are their descendants sorry now!) I haven't looked at the gp entry today but I will, I will.

Love and gratitude to all my near and dear. From Virginia