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Giving Thanks.

It’s a day early, but sometimes things get lost in the hubbub and what will it hurt to give thanks two days in a row, if it comes to that?

At the risk of coming off like Late Night host Jimmy Fallon, whose “Thank you note” bit is usually just the opposite of sincere…

Family, friends, clients, and customers – thank you so much for all your kind support over the past year. There are some folks I’d like to see much more often, but I am certainly thankful for random surprises, like a drop-in visit from my long-time dear friend Mark from McAlester. Too many years in between!

Thanks for good health, good words, and good people. When I sometimes yearn for how things might be, I stop and remember how things could be – and I am doubly appreciative of my time and experiences here in the bookstore.

Happy Thanksgiving, all!

Thieves: Hand over the Dough.

If crime pays, it must be minimum wage. Police in New York City say two men robbed a Staten Island Pizzeria owner at gunpoint, forcing him to hand over the bag in his hands – which he assumed was full of dough.

The greenback paper kind.

Instead, the bag handed over was full of dough – the pale, mushy, flour type. The dough of crusts, thick and thin.

Salvatore (what-was-I-thinkin’) LaRosa has been charged with robbery after surrendering to police, who say that he and his accomplice followed the owners of Brothers Pizzeria, put on their robbery-masks, pointed guns and demanded the bag they believed held the day’s proceeds.

The bag was full of pizza dough.

LaRosa was released yesterday when the judge set bail. It was a lotta dough: a million pepperonis.

The date.

Today is November 22, a date that was once the thread that ran through the nation’s collective memory. We all remembered where we were on this date – that day the president was assassinated.

That was 47 years ago.

I don’t know percentages, but no one eludes time, and the number of people who were around back then has to have diminished. 9-11 has become the new national touchstone – a date reflecting shared loss.

As for me, I was in an elementary school classroom. In those days, our school had a square wooden box on the wall that held a speaker that squawked out the occasional information from the principal. We were told our president had been shot, and that we should immediately begin praying for the well-being of the country.

Our prayers weren’t enough, it seems.

On this anniversary, the newspapers always revisited the scene, the people, the country – in marking the date. This year, the Tulsa World has no article, only a single paragraph in the “Way Back When” column.

Way Back When, on this date in 1963, the country was in a state of shock and confusion. We couldn’t tweet or twitter or share it. There was only the television and the radio and the long wait until, at last, our worst fears were confirmed.

A young, intelligent leader was lost that day, on a date we used to remember.

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