There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
Life is made up of sobs sniffles and smiles with sniffles predominating.
I have nothing against turkey. We eat turkey for Thanksgiving in my house.
Then of course there are those sad occasions when a poet or a writer has not grown and one has to let them go because they're just not making headway. But we have a very clear personal relationship with the authors.