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"Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind." Lionel Hampton

The third Thursday in November means Thanksgiving, of course, and for the third year in a row, Corb and I hosted for the family--this time, for his and mine, which meant 16 seats around the table (on the plus side, it was at one point supposed to be 26, so thank heavens for people dropping out). 

This was actually supposed to be Tommy's turn to host, his first since the Thanksgiving from hell, but Lisa and Tommy sold their house a few months ago and moved to a condo, and "would you mind taking over? We'll help as much as we can!" Which, fine.

This was also Greg's first time at Thanksgiving since his move back (some of you may have read my story about his return home a few months back), and while I was worried that there may be some drama, everything turned out just fine. He does have drama in his life--apparently, he didn't like the job his mom found for him and quit three hours into his first day--but he kept quiet about that on Thanksgiving.