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.

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Hi, we'll be there on Friday evening. Emmy, her cousin Claire just turned 21, myself, and probably my sister Barbie and her husband Jim, they live in Des Moines. Jim's mother is Belgian and he loves Belgian beer.
We all love marshmallows! and fires!!! yay, c-u-soon.
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