A Thanksgiving Letter
Nov 27, 2008
Dear Friends and Family -
Thanksgiving is traditionally a time of counting our blessings, but I’m prompted this year to take stock of them even more than usual.
Maybe it’s the prospect of change on the horizon for our country, which is long overdue if you ask me. Maybe it’s yesterday’s news of terrorism in Mumbai, reminding me that, for all our education, prosperity, and quote-unquote civilization, we still have a long way to go to coexist peacefully with our neighbors in the world. Or maybe the thought that several of the people Amy and I were delivering meals to the homeless with so joyfully this morning just had their basic civil rights stripped away by a popular vote promoted by religious zealots and supported by garden-variety folks all over the state.
Without a doubt, the manic-depressive state of the financial markets — some say the inevitable outcome of 2 decades of “Boys Gone Wild” on Wall Street with their parents’ Ferraris — proves to me yet again that government is so broken it can’t live up to its most basic mission of protecting its citizens effectively. And while the latest crisis is far from over, and I can actually fill my gas tank again without hitting the $50 mark, the astonishing levels to which we’ve mortgaged the future to keep ourselves afloat may very well impact the quality of lives available not only to us, but to our children’s children. It may be ironic, but for me it’s a sharp reminder that we have it pretty damned good, actually — if we compare ourselves, say, to the billion or so people in the world who lack access to clean water and basic sanitation.
And so onward we go. Because, just as history, proverbially, is what gets written down, life is what you live. There are births to celebrate, weddings to cheer, graduations to attend, and lots of other rites of passage and grateful moments that are bigger in our lives than all this world gloom and doom times ten. This year, I got engaged, had loved ones survive strokes and even plane crashes, helped (in some small way) a political cause I care about succeed, helped create important technology, and still had the excess good fortune and leisure to spend lots of time traveling and listening to great music and generally living well, all over the country. In this bounty, I find much to be grateful for.
The floodwaters of global warming may be real on the horizon, but they have not yet reached our door. Happily, I still have a job to return to Monday morning (at least for the time being). So you can be sure I will spend the rest of this weekend celebrating with good friends, eating real turkey and pumpkin pie, drinking good wine. . . and raising a glass with a thought for you, and to your being able to do the same.
Happy Thanksgiving and much love,
Greg
