My friend said there are no good Thanksgiving jokes, or for the ones that exist, they’re just not that funny. I tried a few and only one that got a snigger. What’s the best song to sing while making Thanksgiving dinner? It’s all about that baste. (Yeah, I know)
We all know, of course, that there is only one good thanksgiving song: Alice’s Restaurant.
For those of you who don’t want to waste time listening to the 18 minutes and 34 seconds, well, shame on you. Life’s short, but not that short and your life will be immeasurably better if you take the time out to listen to the song beginning to end.
I’m about two lines short of knowing it by heart, because for some reason 1) my dad had it when I was a kid and 2) I loved it. I don’t know why he had it, or why I loved it so much. I had no idea who Arlo’s father Woody Guthrie was at the time, nor really what the draft was about in the sixties in the US. I’ve figured out the importance of Woody Guthrie since then, but I still haven’t figured out the Vietnam War but I don’t think I’m alone there.
I will celebrate Thanksgiving with friends this week, on a Saturday because it’s not a holiday here. This is the first year that I really haven’t been eating meat, so I don’t know what I will do when presented with a turkey, even a free range, organic one who probably had a happy life before winding up under the knife.
But isn’t celebrating “thanksgiving” such a cool idea? It’s just a harvest festival, like many places have. It’s the end of the year, and time to take stock.
Giving thanks is always a good idea. We should do it more often.