Published by the Times-Georgian–November 18, 2023
by Joe Garrett
Well, it’s that time of year when house gutters are collecting the falling colorful leaves, and our stomachs are eagerly awaiting turkey and dressing.
In the next few days, the grocery store lines will be longer, and families will gather to break bread, tell funny stories and listen to an angry uncle complain, “Why can’t the NFL find another team besides the Detroit Lions to feature on Thanksgiving? Nobody likes them!”
Once again, in the style of the late AJC columnist Furman Bisher, I want to give thanks for so many things. Bisher, who died in 2012, always wrote my favorite column of the year when he expressed his gratitude for the good things in life. I met him once while I was a student at the University of Georgia working in the press box of a football game, and I’ll always remember how kind he treated me. It’s these little moments we never forget.
So, here we go again. May you and your family have the best Thanksgiving ever. As for my household, we’re hosting this year, and it should be a fun day mixed with delicious food and great fellowship with family. Therefore, I’m thankful. I’m thankful for holiday gatherings, and I’m also thankful for:
When I get a hangnail and find a set of nail clippers that still work.
Salt shakers you actually have to shake so the salt doesn’t flow out like a rapid whitewater river.
Mornings when my dog decides to sleep later than I do.
Wood burning fireplaces in homes where people still burn real wood.
Thick cut bacon whether it’s paired with toast, lettuce and a fresh tomato, or placed inside a piping hot homemade biscuit.
Reruns of the Andy Griffith Show and Seinfeld no matter that I’ve seen every episode at least two dozen times. They never get old.
Washing machines and dryers. I’m glad I was born during a time that I never knew what it was like to scrub clothes on a wash board and hang clothes outside on a line to dry.
The National League has permanently adopted the designated hitter. I never really liked watching pitchers go to the plate, except for the time former West Georgia College star Rick Camp hit a homer in the wildest Atlanta Braves game ever.
Restaurants and fast food joints that still serve plastic straws instead of those nasty paper ones.
ATM machines that spit out a few dollar bills so I no longer have to walk inside a bank.
My Stihl BR 700 Leaf Blower that features 47.3 fuel capacity, 64.8 cc displacement, 3.8 bhp engine power and blows at 197 miles per hour. Now, we’re talking some serious muscle!
Email and the ability to send this column to the Times-Georgian without having to print one and drive to the office for drop-off, especially when I’m late for my deadline and send it around the time when the 11 PM news is starting on Channel 2.
Water hoses that don’t have holes.
Soft pillows, clean sheets and warm blankets when the weather starts to turn cold.
Men who don’t wear cologne, and women who wear the right amount of perfume so I don’t start sneezing.
Marching bands, fall festivals, college football games, hot apple cider, boiled peanuts, mountain roads, hot chili with shredded cheddar cheese, sour cream and hot dogs, butternut squash and basically anything that has to do with Fall.
My family, my friends, my dog and practically everyone I encounter who lifts me high and encourages those around them to be the best they can be.
May you and your family have a wonderful Thanksgiving this year!
Selah!