A few years ago, my friend was in Rome, Italy, to visit her daughters who were Temple University students, studying abroad for a semester. When my friend returned home, she brought back a bottle of the most exquisite-tasting balsamic vinegar for me. It was a heavenly, velvety syrup with a slight mellow tartness. Not finding the brand sold locally here, I checked the Internet to see where it was available. Unfortunately, I would have had to mortgage my first-born to make the purchase.
We need new political party
Below is a collage of small Thanksgiving miracles:
People, we need to vote
The people and groundhogs at the Pennsylvania Lottery seem to think it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. The annual pilgrimage to the Thanksgiving dinner table hasn’t happened as yet, but Gus the Groundhog’s Christmas reminders to “Keep on scratching” have already begun.
Help homeless vets
It begins with a sneeze. A modest a-choo.
Thanks for nothing, Joe
All of us, excluding perhaps some politicians and corporate types, have a soul. November, in the Christian tradition, is the month of the Holy Souls, a time to remember and pray for souls who have departed our earthly realm.
I blush to admit now that I was a diehard Halloween-Hater. A regular Scrooge about the holiday.