I realized early this morning, while extracting the giblets from our now thawed turkey, that it had been ten years since I last shared these sentiments on Thanksiving Day. So here it is again.
I'm a lucky man. The Fox family has a home, we have our health, and--often, anyway--we have a lot of genuine happiness. We're all together this holiday, and we also have many friends and large families spread all over, a small portion of which will be spending Thanksgiving with us this year. We have traditions that, however silly they may seem, bring meaning to our lives. We have our faith, however inconsistent and complicated our experience of it is. In the midst of a world filled with anger and confusion and disagreement and violence and despair, we have--if I am honest with myself, anyway--only minimal amounts of any of the above. We are, in short, very lucky, and have much to be thankful for. My holiday wish is that many of you, in your own distinct ways, will be able to say much the same.
