Thanksgiving is the one holiday that provides instructions for its celebration right in the name. While it has morphed into one of football’s High Holy Days, it remains one of America’s best occasions for a true family meal. The level of gratitude for that meal varies by family and the amount of political banter your mom allows at the table.
For me, Thanksgiving was an annual opportunity to experience enforced humility. The sixth of seven children, holiday dinners had seats for the whole family but speaking parts for only a few. Even if my younger sister could figure out something important to say, we might as well have been talking to the turkey. It was like watching television while eating except we kept being asked to pass the gravy and spent most of the meal angry because someone ate the last of the canned cranberries.