Though you may not drive a great big Cadillac, gangster white
walls, TV antennas in the back
So many folks are trying to keep with the Kardashians and
the Joneses, they tend to forget just how fortunate they really are. That is,
until the calendar reaches the fourth Thursday in November and it is now
fashionable to do so. Yeah, it’s in style to be grateful for your kids and your
husband or wife, friends and family today, but were you not yesterday? How
about on June 27th? I suppose it is cool to have a day that allows
us to reflect on the days gone by and those we’ve loved and lost, but the
meaning of such a day has been warped through the years.
Diamond in the back, sunroof top, diggin’ in the scene with
a gangster lean…
The feast is the highlight of the day, the fellowship with
family is secondary. Perhaps, that may have slid down the totem pole a bit
because after the itis sets in, the focus turns to Black Friday, which now
begins as early as 8pm at certain stores. The materialism of the season has
intruded on the celebratory feelings that holidays elicit and before the sweet
potato pies are gone, someone has left to assume their position in a growing
line of fools.
I could care less about the menu, don’t give a damn about
Black Friday and for the first time in years, I’m spending a holiday with my
family. I would much rather spend the day on the couch, eating General Tso’s
chicken and watching football, but I’m spending today with my lady, my mom and
the rest of my family. I’m thankful for small miracles, because that’s what I’ve
done for the last five years.
You may not have a car at all…
Be thankful to that bus, train, co-worker or friend, or that
you live in walking distance of your gig or wherever else you need to be, that
you’re capable of reaching. See, small miracles. These are the things we take
for granted, but get us to days like these, when these opulent feasts and
excessive shopping trips are paramount. I know what I say is paper thin and you’re
thankful for all of these things, and more, so I’m preaching to the choir and
the congregation is waiting outside Walmart with a fried turkey sandwich in
hand.
Just be thankful…for what you got!
My great-grandmother passed away on Thanksgiving and this is
the first time my family has had dinner since, so today is really bittersweet,
excuse me if I don’t share in your joy of an abundance of slave soul
food. Frankly, I don’t give a damn what’s on your menu, I don’t eat 98% of what’s
cooking anyway. Eat heartily, laugh from the gut and love abundantly, I suppose
that’s what today is really supposed to be about. However, if you get involved
in the madness of Black Friday in the wee hours of the morning, don’t talk to
me for 40 days and 40 nights. And if you're in those lines, but didn't vote a couple weeks ago, don't ever speak to me again!
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