Thank you

Varied of tradition, but singular in purpose.

Varied of tradition, but singular of purpose.

I just walked to the grocery store without a second thought beyond wondering whether milk would be on sale or if I could get there and back before it started to rain.

Thank you.

Last night, friends and I filmed puppetry vignettes in which we satirized recent political events and social attitudes, laughing freely and openly.

Thank you.

On Saturday, I met a friend for bacon sandwiches and then walked home along the beach, smiling at kids playing in the sand and dogs excitedly greeting each other.

Thank you.

Today, my biggest concern is whether I will get off my backside and walk two blocks to change my cellphone carrier or if I’d rather just bitch about the one I am presently using.

Thank you.

My home hasn’t been destroyed. I’m not worried about my next meal. My family hasn’t been slaughtered. No one will kick in my door because I made a joke online. And you and I can completely disagree on local, national and world politics and social trends.

Thank you.

And even with all that, five “thank yous” is not nearly enough to express my gratitude to the men, women and families who have sacrificed everything so that all of the above is true.

I live in Canada. It is Memorial Day in the United States. And none of that matters. The international boundary does not make any of what I have written less true.

We may choose different days and express our feelings in different ways, yet we have but one purpose: gratitude.

Thank you.

From Ottawa's Parliament Hill to Washington's National Mall to France's Vimy Ridge, we must never forget and always be grateful.

From Ottawa’s Parliament Hill to Washington’s National Mall to France’s Vimy Ridge, we must never forget and always be grateful.

Happy Thanksgiving, America

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Still waiting for the conversation that begins:

Native American slowly walks up to POTUS and kind of shuffles his feet, looking everywhere but at POTUS.

POTUS: Hey sweetie, whassup?

NA: Hey Anglo. You know I think the world of you, right?

POTUS: Oh, oh.

NA: I was sooo excited when I invited you to move in.

POTUS: You made me so happy that day.

NA: Yeah, we were going to do so much stuff together. Discover the world. Make new friends. Redecorate the place. It was going to be great.

POTUS: Was?

NA: Yeah. *pause* Look, you’re a great people and all that…

POTUS: Spit it out.

NA: It just hasn’t worked out like I thought it would.

POTUS: What’re you talking about? We’re having the time of our lives!

NA: YOU! You’re having the time of YOUR life. You shut me out of everything.

POTUS: Sweetie. *attempts hug*

NA: Don’t touch me! This is hard for me to say, but it’s… it’s over between us.

POTUS: This is because of that football team in Washington, isn’t it?

NA: Don’t try to trivialize this!

POTUS: So, you just want me to move back in with my mother?

NA: I don’t care where you move. I just want my place back.

POTUS: Come on. Look at me. We can work this out.

NA: Fine! I didn’t want to tell you this. But I’ve… started to see the Chinese.

POTUS: What? *laughs*

NA: What’s so damned funny?

POTUS: I started seeing the Chinese, too!

NA: *laughs* Oh, my Earth Mother! Are we a pair or what?

They hug and when POTUS is at work the next day, NA throws his stuff onto the front lawn (in Canada).

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