It would be easy to sum it up as “thank you for the music”…but
I would have liked to experience the Thanksgiving “thang” rather than just the prelude..and wonder about the various phrases/cards/mementoes I saw on my travels, which maybe (of course) represent the type of places I homed in on, rather than the true American Thanksgiving ideal…
- “What a friend we have in cheeses”
- “Gobble til you wobble”
- “Be thankful for all the troubles you don’t have”
- “We must find time to stop and thank the people who make a difference in our lives”
It struck me that when I was at my lowest ebb, I took myself back to my roots and hoped to find “it” at The Wailing Wall in Jerusalem but didn’t. I was disappointed (although not surprised) to feel absolutely nothing. It may be representative of my shallow nature, but I do feel I found “it” in the huge, crazy, eclectic, diaspora, wildlife rich, redneck, whiteneck, gun-toting, cowboy, guitar-toting, goo-goo, shopping mall, food court madness, with one helluva great soundtrack, that is the southern US.
I have much to be thankful for…I have seen the splendour of the knees of the trees, nesting bald eagles, drag queens and Elvis. I have all the things that really matter in life (bar my health, I guess)…and “I walk the line…”..and go off for more medical treatment…