In truth we are sentimental about celebrating Thanksgiving. Especially this Thanksgiving.
It has been our good fortune to have the remarkable influence of you special people. We stand or fall as a measure of the people we associate with. We are beholden to you for your patronage. With grace, thanks.
Your smile, streak of encouragement, latitude — are like Flintstone vitamins. We seldom see the respite of an idle day. We bend like a pipe-cleaners. Personally, I didn’t know nuthin ‘bout birthin’ no restaurant from the din, dross and whir of a union printshop during a presidential election. We're humbly thankful for the results, and that you can teach old dogs new tricks.
This has been a hard year, but a good, good year. Hard won.
So on this Thanksgiving, take heart, smile, get comfortable and in the words of Dorothy Day, "look for a world where it is easier to behave decently."
Brace for the cold and come by the Wine Press Wednesday, Friday or Saturday night for fire-roasted marshmallows. The guys are stoking the coals, serving a sweet selection of spirits and have an affinity for good company.