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Thanksgiving Parables
Lessons and observations from an evening alone.
The storm almost did my plans in. This Thanksgiving, I find myself thankful for all-wheel drive rental cars and the credit card travel points that buy them. What do I care if the winter roads convert this over-tech’d, four-wheeled mechanism of consumer-lending into a $150 heap of salvage parts? And if they were to convert me into an inconvenient and leaking pile of organic matter in the process? Well, that’s of no concern either—that dilemma presents only the illusion of choice.
Unsolicited Words of Wisdom
Only the individual who is intimately aware of their own impending Death is granted their Life.
First story [of note] witnessed:
A 2000’s vintage Toyota 4Runner with out-of-state plates was the only car driving in the iced-over left lane, passing the cautious line of single-file travellers. They had more ground to cover—they’d already come further than most and still had further to go.
They were tired of being on the road and mom was anxiously waiting to wrap them in her arms before putting a full Thanksgiving dinner out in front of them. It’s only natural that they felt themselves in a greater hurry to cover the miles.
