For several years the Courier has included in its Thanksgiving edition comments from local residents telling what they are most thankful for in this season in which we emphasize our blessings.
This year the focus was on school children, who certainly shared some interesting thoughts. You expect them to say, "I'm thankful for my my mamma, my daddy, my dog, my cat, my grandma, my grandpa, my house ... "
On and on and so forth.
Kids can surprise you, though. One little boy's answer was a real zinger. He said he was thankful "for calendars."
Since this is a holiday I think perhaps Iâ€™ll let technology rest a week or so and use this space to talk about what makes Thanksgiving great â€¦.. SPORTS!
Well â€¦ that may be cheating just a bit (grin). Many years ago when I was a student at Arkansas State University in Jonesboro the Indians were a football power in their league. The Indians has Bill Bergey as quarterback and he helped put quite a few points on the scoreboard and made the Tribe one of the most respected teams in the Southland Conference.
Holidays and catastrophes seem to walk hand in hand. When else does everything go as far awry as it does when you're in a hurry, behind with the meal and guests are about to stare you in the eye?
The other day we were sharing accounts of our Thanksgiving horror moments and I, of course, could not resist reviewing the crisis that occurred at our house a number of Thanksgivings ago.
The incident has appeared in this space before, but it just is hard to top, so here it goes one more time. (And maybe another later on. After all, it is my column.)