It's Thanksgiving... but it's also the 12th anniversary of the meeting, mating and matters penultimate to Jeanne's and my matrimony much later in the decade.
(Yes, it took me that long to seal the deal!)
It happened at the New Moon Café back when Shana and Ron annually held open house for the lame, the halt, the aged, the infirm, the less-fortunate and the jus' plain alone... I enjoyed being one of the volunteers who carried meals around to the shut-ins and immobilized.
(In truth, it was my one hedge in case of a hereafter... I wanted at least one on the plus side of the ledger.)
On that Thanksgiving 2001, after returning my last vehicle-full of Seniors to Bishop Ryan Village in Hampton Bays, I returned to the restaurant to have my own turkey dinner with other volunteers... and my life changed in a way I'd never anticipated.
When I walked into the kitchen there was my life-mate serving at the steam table, big sweatballs rolling down her nose and her hair done up in a "doo-rag" bandanna... and we've been together ever since.
And hereafter or not, my reward came to me that day so I have much for which to give thanks.
Ya big sap....
Happy Thanksgiving to both of you.
And a Happy Thanksgiving to you and Cap'n Steve!