I always spend Thanksgiving with my mom and dad …

… in the car, late at night, on the way to Salinas, to visit the lady who lives in a house with a stained glass window, my dad at the wheel, my mom carefully explaining the words of the song we had sung for the Thanksgiving Holiday program at school earlier that day.

“‘Tares’ are weeds.” “A ‘garner’ is a barn.” We are supposed to be the wheat.

Thankful people.

Safely gathered in.

mountain road near Salinas, CA in mist