How cliché can you get? Being thankful on Thanksgiving and waxing ad nauseum about blessings, yadda, yadda, yadda… Woop-dee-doo. Let’s watch football.

Then again, I don’t have to gather firewood fearing I will be killed (or worse) by armed savages. I don’t have to rummage through the muck of a tsunami looking for loved ones killed in the flood. And I don’t have to worry about rebel troops causing mayhem and so much worse in my own back yard.

And I think I’ve got problems… How cliché, indeed…

Jeff