Commentary by H.G. Listiak

Wednesday 11/26/2003

Welcome to my world. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day, a tradition started long ago when our Native Americans shared their bounty with the Pilgrims, new Americans. Now, with the casinos, it goes the other way. It's a day when it seems all right to feast into fatness, a day to forget carbs, calories and cholesterol. But it is a day of thanks. I am thankful for a lot of things, oh maybe not the normal things that gush out of the mouths of your "once a year" do gooders who get all sappy talking with their mouths full in front of family members whom they ignore the rest of the year. But I am thankful. I'm thankful to be an American and Arizonan. I'm thankful I work for folks who haven't stolen my savings yet, with bosses who allow me the freedom to talk about freedom in my world, and for colleagues who know when and when not to ignore me. I'm also thankful for no-cut golf balls, Ping clubs, Orvis fishing rods, Rueger guns, Cadillac cars, Justin boots, and 13 MWZ Wranglers. I'm thankful for a lady who not only tolerates me but encourages me to go forward and helps me get there. I'm thankful for the privilege of serving my country and grateful to those who still serve, and for a no nonsense, no bull president who isn't afraid to take a stand. I'm thankful for the opportunity to take my stand without some thankless, despot ruler telling me I can't. And most of all, I'm thankful for those of you who listen to My World and who help me with your comments and encouragement. And to those of you who don't always agree with me, I'm thankful that we still stay friends, as I see it ... I'm H.G. Listiak.