"Here's another fine mess you've gotten me into."
The meaning of the photograph of Laurel and Hardy at the top of this little greeting alludes me. I'm sure that there is a good reason why Stan is dressed in drag or why Ollie is dressed as a pilgrim. The boys usually had a good reason for everything they did - even if the reasoning was clear only to themselves. I loved those two guys. When you die and arrive in Heaven, if there are only two entertainers in the entire place, I'm sure it will be Laurel and Hardy. God rest their silly souls.
There is no real rhyme or reason for this morning's posting. Its point is simply to wish all of you a safe and happy Thanksgiving - regardless of your political persuasion. Whenever I start to feel sorry for myself (whatever the reason) I am reminded that, all in all, life has dealt me a pretty good hand. I'm not exactly sure where I'll be having Thanksgiving dinner today - but I know I'll be having it somewhere. I have multiple choices, isn't that grand? Some of us have nowhere to go; no one to share this day with. Those are the people we need to remember today. Keep your fingers crossed and your hands folded for them.
I know that tonight, when I lay myself down to sleep, it won't be on an empty stomach. I'll go off into dreamland in a warm bed with a roof over my head. Life is pretty good.
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