Nobody asked us, but … Say thanks to those who don’t often hear it
For the Nevada Appeal
Thanksgiving is nigh upon us, and we can almost smell the turkey and other delightful victuals. It is also the time to be thankful for all the good things in our lives. Some obvious, like family, friends, firemen, police, medical people and the military; but, we also appreciate the newspaper carriers, urban and rural (both C and M get their papers delivered right in their driveways every morning), all our readers, garbage men, mail carriers, the ladies in the hospital out-patient clinic and lab, Leroy (he drives the Tuesday a.m. tram at the hospital), greeters at Walmart, baggers at grocery stores, everyone who serves the public. If they help you, thank them, too. Smiles, kind looks and hugs are free, so give them out liberally this Thanksgiving. We all need them.
Carolyn found these on the Internet, apropos to Turkey Day: “My cooking is so bad my kids thought Thanksgiving was to commemorate Pearl Harbor (Phyllis Diller).” “Thanksgiving dinners take 18 hours to prepare. They are consumed in 12 minutes. Halftimes take 12 minutes. This is not coincidence (Erma Bombeck).”
Happy 53rd anniversary to LaVonne and John Cawley on Saturday; and happy birthdays to Jonni Moon, Pete Lusich, Father Chuck Durante, and Terry Beauchamp. Good wishes to all. Good news, too … the ice rink is being set up across from the Nugget. Soon you can glide along with the best of them.
New places in town: The San Rafael Coffee Company, on the corner of S. Carson Street and E. 8th (721-2284). C says they have good coffee and bagels from the Truckee Bagel Co. (gluten free, if you want them that way). India Feast, 316 E. Winnie Lane (882-3281) brings back good Indian food to Carson. Drop in and try their selections (many vegetarian dishes, too).
With all the airport security foofaraw going on, this one from Bruce Smith seems more than appropriate: “Here’s the solution to all the controversy over full-body scanners at the airports: Have a booth that you can step into that will not X-ray you, but will detonate any explosive device you may have on your body. It would be a win-win for everyone. It’s so simple, I can see it now. You’re in the airport terminal and you hear a muffled explosion. Shortly thereafter, an announcement comes over the PA system, ‘Attention standby passengers: we now have a seat available on flight 4665. Paging maintenance: Shop Vac needed in booth number 4.'”
C also found this one: “‘Twas the night of Thanksgiving. I just couldn’t sleep. I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep. The leftovers beckoned, the dark meat and white. I fought the temptation with all of my might. But, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door and gazed at the fridge full of goodies galore. I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes, pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes. I felt myself swelling so plump and so round, ’till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground. I crashed through the ceiling, floated into the sky with a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie. I managed to yell as I soared past the trees … happy eating to all, pass the cranberries please.”
A Happy Thanksgiving to all, from C & M. Have a wonderful week.
• Carolyn Tate and Maizie Harris Jesse are longtime Carson City residents. They can be reached by e-mail at editor@nevada