Giving thanks
It’s Thanksgiving Day and I’m sitting at the kitchen table (which has been in our family for a million years) with my favorite barista, our youngest son Jack, who is drinking coffee and typing out an assignment for his speech communications class. The Blonde is stirring a pan of milk on the stove for some Mexican hot chocolate that is going to be complete with that whip cream that comes out of that can and makes a funny noise as it’s dispensed.