Something might happen

My apologies for not keeping this up (such an obligation!)

A dream fragment survives, but here I will only add the punchline. Following a rather preposterous scenario, I and a lady friend have survived some threat to find ourselves unclothed but with modesty preserved by a restaurant tablecloth wrapped around both of us. As we are on our way to find clothing, I remark to my parents (long deceased in waking time) that this is why I live in the Bay Area and not in my home town.

"Something might happen. It may not be pleasant. It may not make any sense. But around any corner something might happen."

At that point the colors were especially vivid and I know that in my perception this was a contrast with what I would consider a drabness in my native environs.

As Thanksgiving approaches I offer thanks for the love and nurture my family gave and gives me. I also give thanks for moving away to experience a larger world. Similarly I give thanks for the United States and the ideals on which it is founded, and give thanks for having the opportunity to visit other lands and experience a larger world.

With a blessed and grateful heart I remain
the BB