Well, here it is. The day all Americans, save numerous geese, turkeys and pigs are thankful. I’m actually feeling quite thankful this season, at least in contrast to the last few because I’m not saddled by chemotherapy and so I feel a lot better. It was disappointing to learn that the chemo that made me so miserable would also turn out to be wated effort, but rather than dwell on that I’m just glad to still be here. Anyway, being thankful means that there has to be an object of that thankness, which brought me to the people who have been so supporting since the good old days back when I was diagnosed. So I have been mulling over the faces in memory and paying a momentary silent homage as I flick through the mental Rolodex.