My parents’ centuries-old yellow farmhouse is the coziest place I know, which is a very good thing, because it’s often bitterly cold in western New York by the end of November. The house has seen nearly fifty Thanksgiving celebrations with the Davis family, and doubtless many more with the Hathaways, Peglows, and Poppenhusens preceding us. I haven’t always made it home for Thanksgiving, but on this day, it is always where I’d rather be, and I can still easily conjure in my mind the soft, orange light light in the living room window one sees from the end of the long, snowy driveway.

Like so many of us, I will not be traveling to be with my family today, but they will be in my thoughts, and many of them will also be on my computer screen shortly. I wonder if Zoom can handle the day’s traffic, with everyone’s aunts and uncles and cousins gathered in space, laid out like the Brady Bunch, or the Hollywood Squares. I look forward to seeing them, my people, though it won’t be the same as overeating together, with no tickling or poking each other, and no one seated on the floor playing ‘spoons,’ the family blood sport. Maybe next year we’ll be able to get back to these dear and familiar activities.

Daniel, Monique and I will be in the shop today from 10am to 2pm to help with last minute holiday supplies. We’ve still got loads of great wines, beer, cheese and charcuterie to keep your festivities rolling, and I look forward to seeing the smiling eyes above your masks, in lieu of the warm light of that cozy, snow-covered home.

Thank you, and a happy Thanksgiving to you all,

Max

 

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