Tomorrow is Thanksgiving in the US. Here, it's just Thursday. I haven't quite decided if I'll be missing the whole American Thanksgiving experience, or better off without it. I'm certainly able to put away my fair share of turkey, stuffing, pumpkin pie and the rest. Really, I can do that any time if I so desire.
My best, recent Thanksgiving was 3 years ago when I travelled to Dallas to watch the Cowboys take on the NY Jets on Thanksgiving Day. I'd never before been to a Thanksgiving Day NFL contest, and it was pretty wild. I'll never forget how drunk and rowdy Cowboy fans were, not to mention friendly as anything. Texas Stadium was a bigger dump than I could have imagined, and the city of Dallas itself resembled any nondescript New Jersey town bisected by a major highway. Besides football on Thanksgiving, the most fun I had was meeting up with a friend of mine (who now lives in California), and attending two Dallas Stars hockey games. After all, I am Canadian.
Overall, I think the message of Thanksgiving gets lost in American consumerism and gluttony. We gorge ourselves, watch football and prepare to do battle with the crowds on Black Friday to see if we can get the best deal on a flat screen television without getting trampled to death. This year (conveniently), WalMart will be open on Thanksgiving Day. I'm guessing they don't want any more bad publicity having to to with an aforementioned trampling. I've never been a Black Friday shopper, and I've never understood the allure of attempting to battle the crowds at the mall. Some people enjoy the frenzy of the hunt. I'd sooner stay home.
Even though Canadian Thanksgiving has passed, the American in me wants to make a list of what I'm thankful for. Here goes:
My friends, family members and colleagues who have been so empathetic and caring; especially over the past couple of months. You know who you are.
Citalopram. Look it up.
Kraft Dinner, frozen peas and chili sauce.
Good books: particularly those by Philip Roth, Ken Follett, and Howard Jacobson
Theo Fleury. Bravery like his is an inspiration to us all.
My cat Lily for being so adaptable, yet so unaware of what's happening around her.
My cuz - the one who went to Cuba a couple of weeks ago. He's tres cool.
Not having to get on an airplane any time soon.
Air in my lungs.