Thanks Brad, and back at ya.
My father was born in New Mexico, and was an American citizen until he joined the Canadian Navy in 1939 to go to war. All my life we celebrated two Thanksgivings. Because Dad became an explosives engineer after the war, he was always called on in the mining camps we lived in to handle the 1st of July fireworks for Canada's national day - he'd always save a few (and a bottle or two of whisky) for the Glorious 4th as well, for a bit of a smaller celebration with the numerous Americans around any good Canadian mining boom.
Happy Thanksgiving to all, here in what we used to call The Peacable Kingdom. May we all celebrate our good fortune to live in such a land.
And next month, love and best wishes to those south of the 49th parallel.
