Did that really just happen?

About 5 weeks ago I took a trip to Brisbane a few days before exams with a few friends and stayed in a hostel near the Queen Street Mall area called Chill Backpackers.  As per usual, I brought my laptop along to keep up to date with e-mail.  My laptop is an intriguing specimen.  Its a Dell 1000, weighs 10 lbs, is 5 years old, and has 5 – 6 lines running down the screen.  As well, there are about 3 of the normally many screws holding the base together and the d:/ drive is shot and won’t play DVDs.

The laptop was a hand me down, and while it wasn’t in tip top shape when I first got it much of the wear and tear can be attributed to all the plane and bus rides I’ve had to take over the past few years.  Otherwise, I’m very careful…I even invested in a snazzy protective case.  You’re probably wondering why I’ve decided to write a post about my laptop and are about ready to click on to the next post.  But the fact of the matter is that the reason I haven’t been posting lately is pertinent to my laptop and what occurred about 5 weeks ago in the hostel.

A day before “the incident”…in tip top working form.

We had just come back from a long day of shopping down on Queen Street and were famished.  Naturally, we thought to look online to find a place to eat.  At the time, my laptop was off and the charger had been unplugged from the wall all day.  I flipped on my laptop and as I went to plug the charger, via an English converter, into the wall a giant stream of flames shot out of the battery pack part of the power chord and lit my shorts on fire.  Thank goodness for all the stop, drop and roll sessions I had in kindergarten!!  Thankfully my friends where there to witness the event and where on the ball as always to chime in wittily: “Did that really just happen?”

Needless to say, my laptop, may it RIP, bit the dust 5 weeks ago (conveniently right before exams too!) and I have not been able to post since because Safari is a mystical web browser in the land of Oz and none of the computers had it nor could I download it secretly due to administrator restrictions.

For those of you who stuck with my post…thank you.  I apologize for the lack of updating the last few weeks, but I am now back in Dallas.  I have a computer with Safari.  And I have a lot of time on my hands before I head back to Oswego.  A great combination for lots of blog posting and a lot has happened in my life the past 5 weeks…

K

Driving to long island takes a really long time

My sister goes to Utica College, she’s one of the captains of the women’s lax team there.  And I pick her up en route to home on Long Island for thanksgiving break.  Anyway she wanted to come back at like 6 in the morning sunday and instead we left at like 10 at night saturday and just drove all night bc honestly I think I’d rather drive all night and sleep in the next day, then get to bed early and wake up super duper early.  Anyone disagree?

also, i’m never going black friday/weekend shopping again.  I was assulted by a mother and her purse as I grabbed an item off of a shelf, I may be scarred for life.

the end

Confidence and Independence

It will be a year ago this Wednesday, December 3rd, that I graduated from the Colorado Center for the Blind. This school is located in Littleton Colorado, which is about 20 miles south of Denver. At this school, I attended a 6 month Independence Training Program (ITP). People from all over the world attend this school to gain more blindness skills and become as independent as they possibly can.
All of the students lived in a very nice apartment complex. We were mingled in with other people who lived there and were not attending this school. To get to school, we had to walk a few minutes to the bus stop, take a bus to the light rail station, which is the above ground subway. Then we had to get off at the next stop and walk about a quarter of a mile to the school.
I like to refer to this training as “blindness boot camp.” Everyone was blindfolded from 8:00 until 4:30, Monday through Friday. During the day, we participated in home management class, organizational skills class, technology class, Braille class, travel class, and woodshop class. We would also go to Colorado Rockies baseball games, rock climbing, white water rafting, canoeing, and many other fun activities to challenge us as blind individuals. The people who went to this school ranged in age from 18 to 65 when I was there. It was amazing getting to know other people with similar eye conditions as myself. Some people who I was in the program with were blind from birth, others had some sight, and others were in bad accidents or had diabetes. No matter what the vision problem, we all became close friends and enjoyed our time at the school.
At the end of my 6-month training, I had to complete a final in each class. These finals were not like the tests we have to take here at Oswego or any other college, it was hands on and very involved. I will share some stories of my experiences and some of the things that we did in the program.
For my organizational skills class we learned how to label clothing to decipher what color it was or what shirt it was, we also learned other labeling techniques for food etc. For the final exam in this class, I brailed out a phone book, taking the 356 numbers in my cell phone and putting the name and number of each person on index cards and later into a book. This is still helpful to me to this day.
In woodshop class, we used every tool or machine you could imagine. I was a bit scared when I first met my teacher and he had nine fingers, but it was because of an accident at a previous job. I used table saws, sand belts, drill presses, hammers, you name it. It may have taken a little longer and I may have had to do things a little differently, but my friend and I ended up making four humidors that were lined with cedar wood inside. I do not smoke, so it really did not benefit me, but it was such a good feeling to complete a project like that with no sight.
In Braille class, we learned Braille from beginning to end. I have been taught Braille since I was younger but up until two years ago or so, I could still read large print and never used the Braille that I had learned. For the final exam, I went to a local mall that a lot of the students and I would go to on our time off and made a tactual map. I also made a list of the stores in order and placed them on this map in Braille so that other students can use it when traveling around the mall looking for a specific store. I would also take out books in the school Braille library and read on my free time. I still do this as well, but I have to order them from an agency instead. This helps me improve my reading skills in Braille and gives me something to do when I am bored and have no homework.
In technology class, I learned how to use JAWS, which stand for Job Access with Speech. This program is on my computer that speaks everything aloud to me. It reads the internet, word documents and pretty much everything you could imagine. I also learned numerous other things and played around with GPS equipment that also spoke aloud. For the final exam, I took an Olive Garden Menu and converted it into Braille using the computer and printing it through a program that puts it into Braille. I then bound the menu and took it home to my home restaurant to use when I went there to eat.
For my home management class, we made a lot of food. We would also cook the meal for lunch that day, feeding over 40 people. We also made lists and had to go shopping for the food. For the final in this class, we had to prepare a meal for our graduation all by ourselves. Eighty people were coming to my graduation, including students and staff, and I decided to make baked ziti, homemade garlic bread sticks and cherry filled cookies for dessert. I had to shop alone for all the ingredients, prepare, cook and serve it as well. It was amazing, but a lot of work that is for sure.
Traveling class was the most difficult class I participated in. We were taught how to use a white cane to get around and be independent. We learned how to cross streets, large intersections, how to follow traffic patterns, use the sun to orient us, travel on busses and the light rail, and a variety of other things. We would usually go into downtown Denver to do this training and after awhile the teacher would send us on what they called “independent routes.” This is when the teacher had given us a business that we had to find. They would tell us the address and the street name and we had to go there, get a business card and head back. We learned how to pull apart the address and by doing so, we could tell what side of the street it was on, what direction the street went, and how close or far away from the corner the address was located. Pretty crazy, huh?
For this class, there were two final exams, lucky me! For one of them, they called it a “drop off.” Just by the sounds of this, it does not sound too appealing. A staff member and I were in the car, meanwhile still blind folded, and drove for about an hour or so. She would make many unnecessary turns to confuse me and make sure that I was not trying to use the sun to try to track which direction we were heading. I was so lost from the start so it did not really matter anyways. When she was dropping me off, she asked, “How do you feel about cows?” That was not a nice feeling to know I was being dropped off near cows. She dropped me off and there I went. I had to find my way back to Littleton using public transportation.
We were allowed one question, granted they would never know if we asked more than one, because no one was following you. I stuck to the rule just to prove to myself that I could do it. When I got out of the car, I heard voices behind me and headed towards them. I started talking when I was closer and of course, they did not speak English. This was fine, if I knew how to speak Spanish. A woman then ran out of her house, I think, and asked if I needed help. I told her I was trying to get back to Littleton. She asked “do you know where you are?” and I of course said that I had no idea. She told me I was in Aurora. I then proceeded to waste my only question and said, “Are you serious?” Great, I am far away, and out of questions, I thought to myself. She told me to head east, cross a field near a school and then I will hit a street…no thank you I said. I will not be traveling over a field, my luck I would be in that field all day.
I just decided to walk, and walk, and walk. Thirty-two blocks later, I reached a bus stop. The bus driver told me that this was the closest bus stop to where I was because the other bus stops did not have busses that ran in the afternoon. I sat on the bus for an hour, then had to switch to another bus. Then when I was on my way back to the school and I knew where I was, I was the happiest person ever!
For my last final exam for travel class, we had to complete a “Monster Route.” This is when you plan a day of travel going to four different cities and four different places you have never been before. We had to type it all up ahead f time listing the times the bus or train will come, which corner we had to find the bus stop, which directions we were walking etc. It was extremely detailed. My first stop was the Denver Police Department. Downtown Denver is very confusing, the streets are angled which makes it very confusing for a blind person to navigate. That might be why I walked into the city jail instead of the police department. Oops. When I finally found the police department, I had a tour from an investigative officer who took me to all the different offices and I actually got pictures taken with the Chief of Police. It was a great experience. After this I went to two other cities and went to random stores. My last stop was a restaurant in a place called Highlands Ranch, where everyone met me after school for dinner and drinks to celebrate the completion of my Monster Route. Although it was a lot of work and preparation, I had a great time!
While at this school, I was the President of the Student Body. Many people had told me in conversation that they never went to their prom whether it be because they were scared to because of their vision, or they weren’t asked to go by anyone. I decided to put on a prom. I put together a decoration committee and we went to town. We hired a caterer, a DJ and we bought all our own decorations. It was the most amazing thing ever. I have never seen so many people have so much fun.
We would also go rock climbing and white water rafting as I said above. I climbed seventeen rocks in one day, two of which no one at our school could climb. I am a fighter; I tried so hard and ended up completing my goal. Attending this program has helped me in so many ways. Not only did I meet many great people from all over the world, but I gained an enormous amount of confidence and independence.
If it were not for this training, I would be still holding onto people’s arms to get around, and have no confidence at all. I still get scared traveling in unfamiliar areas or things like that, but overall I am such a stronger woman after participating and completing this extensive blindness training.
I could go on and on for hours, which it seems like I already did, but I just wanted to explain how I became the person I am today and how I get around Oswego campus with little to no problems. Snow is a different story, that is when it starts getting harder to travel, but there is nothing I can do about that, it’s mother nature and it has a mind of its own.
I work at the Disability Office on campus and some of the others I work with tell me that I need a seeing eye bear to get around campus in the winter. Sounds like a good idea to me.
I am done, I promise, I hope everyone had a great holiday and I will write more later.

Thanksgiving and broken car.

ok I’ve got a good thanksgiving story for you all :-p

Welll… let me just start by saying that my car is a 1986 Saab. That should explain a lot.

Anyways, towards the last few days that I was in Oswego, my car started getting louder and louder when one day, i turned the key, and this roar came from the engine that was completely new to me. I was running late for class, so i was like, “oh well, I sound like a race car for today.. no big deal”. I’m used to things happening to my car, and a loud engine did not seem very out of the ordinary, since my car is old enough to legally drink in any country.

Later that day, I called my dad and he said there was something wrong with the exhaust system most likely, probably the catalytic converter. he said, “just make it home to Buffalo, and ill fix it when you get here”.

When I got home and my dad had a chance to look at my car, he informed me that the entire catalytic converter was now missing from my car’s ensemble. Of course I had no idea when or where I lost it, which probably angered whoever was driving behind me at that point.. :-/ He told me that he would have to order a new one, and that wouldn’t come until around christmas time. So he decided he would just attach the two pipes underneath my car so that it wouldn’t be loud anymore, and I could go back to school and deal with it until christmas… sounded like a plan to me.

After a very filling and refreshing thanksgiving break, I began the journey back to Oswego. Everything was going great and I was on the Ontario parkway around Brockport. Low and behold my ever-so-exciting car decided to yell at me again, fist softly whining, and eventually crescendoed into the roar much like the one before. Except this time, when I took my foot off the gas I heard clunking and clanking underneath my car, which I concluded to be the pipes dragging on the pavement. To say the least, i was extremely frustrated and upset; mostly at my father, who claims the name “mister fix-it” and thinks he can repair anything. Lucky for me, I have an aunt in Rochester with an extra car who was gracious enough to let me switch it with the race car. At the moment, my poor little Saab is sitting in my aunts driveway, awaiting repair and my return for christmas break.

Of course also at this time it was beginning to snow/slush, and I was trying to make it back for practice at school at 5:00. to make a long story…still too long, i got stuck behind a bunch of grandmas and got to practice 30 minutes late.

So, whats the moral of this story? I’m not really sure except that you should probably give yourself lots of time to get back to Oswego in the winter time, and you probably shouldn’t own a 1986 Saab. Although I love my little race car, it throws a lot of curve balls at me, and every trip is an adventure. other than that, I had a great Thanksgiving! My exchange student from high school from Germany goes to school in the US now, so she flew in for a visit which was really nice, and naturally we both ate way more food than our swim coaches would like to know. :-p

Hope everyones Thanksgiving was as exciting as mine, I’ll get back to you soon!

<3 Leah

Fun Weekend

I had a productive and fun weekend all in one!

Saturday I worked at Pathfinder all day and then went to the Men’s Hockey game vs. Geneseo.  Unfortunately we didn’t win, and I missed our first goal of the game, but the second goal we had was amazing.  It was a shot from pretty far out and was exciting to see.  It was my first hockey game this season and even though we lost it was nice to see the school spirit again!

After the game I went to Greene’s to see Ockham’s Razor perform.  They are so entertaining to listen to and so talented!  I had few classes with Claire while she was here and never knew she could sing like that!  Why’d you keep it hidden from me all those years girl?! 🙂

Today, I spent a good 5 or so hours in the library writing a research paper for my Chinese Art class but then went to the movies to see the much talked about Twilight.  I really did not think I was going to be impressed by the movie but I was definitely wrong.  It was a really nice storyline and it sets you up for the sequel really well.  Loved it!

Going home on Tuesday for Thanksgiving!  I’m really excited to get a small break.  I think everyone is!  Enjoy your break everyone!

Snow! Snow! Snow!

I just wish it was nice and warm and fluffy, instead of wet and freezing. It must be quite entertaining for someone to watch me, the blind chick try to walk from class to work, or another class etc. It is amusing for myself. I can only see very limited and everything just looks like a big foggy white blanket. It’s always fun when I hear a plow, but not quite sure where to walk to avoid it. I have already played “chicken” with the snow movers on the sidewalks, needless to say, I’ve won that battle. I use a white cane, which blends right in with the snow. The people who work for the college and remove snow and keep our sidewalks clear, do a great job, but we cannot do anything about the gusts of wind that come off of the lake. This makes it very difficult for me to feel the sidewalk and decipher which way to go, usually it is a snow bank or the wrong path, but no matter what, I get where I’m going, while laughing the whole time, of course.

I wish I was young again, playin in the snow with friends, making igloo’s, having snowball fights and going sledding. I remember when my friends and I would come inside my house from playing all day, and there would be nice big mugs of hot coco waiting for us with a mound of marshmellows on top. It’s pretty much the same here at Oswego, accept I don’t really play in the snow, well on purpose. When friends and I park in the parking lot and trot through the snow to our dorm building, we can then go to the dining hall and make ourselves a delicious cup of hot coco. It’s kind of similar.

I cannot wait to go snow boarding. I am part of the ski club on campus. The club travels and has two major ski/snowboarding trips throughout the year. I am not attending either one this year, but I will definitely be doing so next winter. I want to hit the slopes and make sure I still remember how to snowboard. I haven’t gone on the mountains since two years ago and I have lost some vision since then, so we’ll see how this adventure plays out. There are many blind or visually impaired people who ski or snowboard. They use a guide, but I am not totally positive how it works. But I will find out, and write about it when I do.

Off to class, the snow is falling, the plows are out and here I come.

Final Road – For now at least….

Well you have it folks. It’s getting to that time of the semester when many people begin to wish they would have went to their 9:10am class everyday or should have studied just a bit longer and often. From my experiences over the past several semesters I dread finals week and the ending of the semester. I just feel as though so much stacks and packs up in just a short while.

The best way that I find that I get through this is just not to STRESS! When I think of all the amount of work due and deadlines drives me completely mad. Many of my friends laugh at me and wonder how I am able to do it but I do my best to stay on top. It hasn’t always been easy and I have faced many challenges in past semesters. Despite the difficulties I learned to never give up and to remain focus. This semester is going to be my last semester of formal class work and finals for the most part. Next semester I am will be doing a broadcast practicum and also establishing some internship. I must say that it is excited to see this coming semester unfold!!!!

I am prepared to make it an exciting time with my friends and make the most at opportunities that lie right ahead of me. It’s just so funny that 10 years ago I only dreamed of this moment. That moment would be me being in college, graduating, working, being independent, and making my way in the world. I never understand until now what people meant when they say life is too short. I am just glad to live my life!!!

Jack’s Mannequin Concert!

This coming Sunday, I am going to Le Moyne College in Syracuse to attend a Jack’s Mannequin concert, and I am so excited! For those of you who haven’t heard of the band or have heard of them but don’t know anything about them, I’ll give you an overview.

Jack’s Mannequin sort of formed in 2004 when piano rock group Something Corporate (a band that actually played here at SUNY Oswego that same year) decided to take a break and frontman Andrew McMahon began writing music for a solo album. Needless to say, the solo project ended up becoming Jack’s Mannequin, currently having spawned singles such as “The Mixed Tape,” “Dark Blue” and “The Resolution.” In 2005, prior to the album’s release, McMahon was diagnosed with acute lymphatic leukemia and was immediately hospitalized in New York City. This obviously delayed the release of the album as well as additional promotional work that would have otherwise went into it, and the album was finally released on August 23 of that year. What I find interesting is that this is the same day that Andrew received a stem cell transplant from his sister Katie, which would indicate that that had to have been an all-around happy day for him.

The debut, Everything in Transit, was followed up by The Glass Passenger which was released on September 30 of this year. The concert at Le Moyne is part of the Hammers and Strings tour which is in correlation to The Glass Passenger. The band will be playing music from the new album.

I became a fan (fan is probably not a sufficient word) in May of this year, when my best friend bought me a copy of Everything in Transit for my birthday. The first time I listened to it, I immediately fell in love with it, and Jack’s Mannequin pretty much immediately became my favorite band. I liked it that much. The well-written and vehement lyrics helped pull me out of a hole that I was in at the time, and the style of the music was like nothing I had ever heard before. I have actually heard people say that they don’t have their own sound and that they pretty much sound just like every other band out there, but I couldn’t possibly disagree more. If you name one singer who sounds anything like Andrew McMahon or one band that has a sound that is anything like Jack’s Mannequin, I’ll give you a cookie. I say that, because I don’t have any cookies, and I guarantee you that it’s not something I’m going to have to worry about.

Anyway, ever since May, I have been praying for a chance to see them live, and now I finally have a chance. I can’t wait for the show. Do we have any other JM fans on campus that would like to share their love for the band? I’m definitely all ears to that!

What I’m Thankful For

Julie-Jo sort of inspired me to write this blog entry with her email yesterday about writing blog entries about simple aspects of our day to day lives. This idea about what we are thankful for really struck me for some reason, and it’s definitely appropriate since Thanksgiving is quickly approaching.

First and foremost, I would like to thank the few friends I have in my life that have truly been there for me, accept me as I am and don’t try to change me. I am thankful to those who make an effort to understand me and to those who care for me and make me feel appreciated. I say few, because I have a lot of people in my life that I would consider friends, but too many of them act in ways that suggest that they are more concerned about how events play out in their lives than they are concerned how they play out in mine. Too many of them put themselves in the center of the equation when there’s a problem, and, again, I’m thankful for those who don’t, who basically love me, because I am who I am, not because they see aspects that can be improved.

Secondly, I am thankful to have a home to return to when I’m not in school. I know that there are people out there who don’t have that. In fact, one of my friends was just telling me the other day that she knows someone who doesn’t really have a place to go, so he stays with her. I’m thankful to be someone who has a home and thus does have a place to go. My family and I, most notably my parents and I, have not always gotten along, but it seems as if that isn’t really a problem anymore since I have started school. For the most part, going home (which is rare, making it that much more special; I’ve only gone home twice so far since I got here in August) is a nice, relaxing getaway from college life, which is very often incredibly stressful. On that note, I’m thankful to have a younger brother who I get along with really well. When we were younger, anyone would have said that the day we got along would have been the same day pigs flew. Now that we’re older though, it’s different. Now we’re friends, if you want to put it that way.

Next, I would have to say that I am thankful to be able to be here, fulfilling my dreams and receiving a college education. The road that lead me to where I am today was an incredibly long and difficult one. There were, in fact, times that I felt very dubious about the matter and began to think that maybe I wasn’t going to make it. Some people even told me that I wasn’t going to make it, and here I am, having proved them wrong and having proved myself wrong.

I am thankful for music. I cannot possibly write a blog entry about what I’m thankful for without mentioning music. As of now, I don’t play anything, but I want to learn piano. Unfortunately, opportunity never presented itself, or if it did, it fell short. One time, for example, I made plans with someone to give me lessons. My parents were even going to pay her, but she never called me. I thought that that would be different in college, but so far, it has proven to be just as difficult. I wanted to take piano lessons but was told that I’d have to take Class Piano first, so I figured I’d take that second semester, but I tried registering for it, and there are no seats available, so I’m going to be at least a junior before I can begin taking lessons, and that’s assuming that I can register for the class the first semester of my sophomore year before all the seats are taken yet again. Anyway, I’m getting off topic here. I am thankful for music in general. Music often changes my mood, or even more often, it intensifies a feeling I am already experiencing, which oddly enough, makes the feelings easier to cope with and eventually either accept or put behind me. Movies and other forms of entertainment are stories that are created by someone based on fictitious ideas that that person has, but music comes directly from the heart and from the artist’s feelings and is real in that sense.

Lastly, I have to mention literature as being something I’m thankful for. My love and appreciation for it was ultimately the main reason why I decided that I want to teach English literature to high school students. I want to share my love for it and hope to inspire young people with it the way so much of it has inspired me. I also hope to turn more young people into readers. I personally think that there are too many who don’t read enough or maybe don’t even read at all, and I also think that more learning is going to be accomplished just by picking up a book than by sitting in a classroom. I remember my mother telling me once (in fact, I think my father has told me this as well) that you don’t learn from fiction writing, and I was appalled by the statement because of my vehement disagreement with it. Even by reading a fictitious work, you learn a great deal about the world, human emotion, the sociology of human nature, and in some cases, you even learn about history. I can confidently say that most of what I know now was learned from fictional literature. I know that as a fact. It may be true that, for me anyway, it provides an escape from reality, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t learn anything from it.

I’m sure there are a lot of additional things I am thankful for. For example, I’m obviously thankful to be an American and thus have the right to vote and to be entitled to freedom of speech, etc. I’m obviously thankful to be alive. I’m also thankful for peanut butter, the television series LOST and for Italian food. However, I think that I really touched upon the important aspects of my life that I am really thankful for.

Thanksgiving Break

I was just thinking about how much I hate traveling around the holiday time; oh goodness Thanksgiving break is coming up soon!! I started thinking about how I’m going to make it home? Where I’m getting the money from to buy a ticket? Is it even worth spending a lot of money to go home just for a couple days when I am going home soon for Christmas break? I would love to see my family, but then I started thinking about how families get on your nerves on a regular basis, and on holidays even ten times worst! I don’t know how much I am into the holiday feelings that are floating around, I hear so many people talking about how much they cannot wait to go home; to see their dogs, their favorite nephew, their uncle Luke, and oh by the way aunt Susan is coming up from Virginia, so thanks giving is going to be extra special. Why can’t I share that same excitement? Why can’t I be excited about the fact that my Nini might come up all the way from Georgia? Why am I not excited that we might have dinner at my aunt Jenny’s’ house? And we will laugh, and argue, and eat dinner at 11pm when we said it would start at 5pm SHARP!!!

Thanksgiving is such a special time, and I think I should be happy about this break, actually I think of all the breaks, Thanksgiving break is well deserved, it’s right at the peak of the end of the semester… so before we stress ourselves out, why not go home, eat your life away, be satisfied for a couple of days, and then come back and get ready to pull all of hair out while preparing for finals week. It is well deserved, I should feel like I want to go home, I need a break from this place, I need to rejuvenate!! What better place to do that than home sweet home ;-).

I could just imagine how horrible I would feel if I missed out on some fry chicken, bake macaroni and cheese, sweet potatoes pie, oxtail, curry chicken and all (my family is Jamaican, we hardly ever do turkey, only if they feel like following tradition). Plus my Nini is coming up, Oh my God she is so funny, why wouldn’t I want to laugh until I am about to choke. Missing out on cooking with the women in my family would almost be like a social crisis, that’s when we share stories, and the older women school the younger women on how to cook a good meal. Having members of the family calling asking what time dinner would start, and even if we tell them the time, they still show up hours later than the time we originally told them!! That is priceless!! We gossip, we share the same stories from last thanksgiving, we always have someone’s boyfriend who we have never met before sitting at the table with us, and the best of them all we throw down on a wide selection of some good food while giving thanks. Moments like those are so worthwhile, and they are so important, and I wouldn’t want to miss it for anything in the world!!!