[Morning view. Turn down that sun!]
Several people have asked if we're having a Thanksgiving dinner here this evening; I still don't know. Though most (not all) of the fellows and folks are Americans, the cook is Italian all right; either way, I'm sure we'll all be giving thanks for the meal. We do know that we'll be having poetry for dessert.
Though one of the gentlemen here claims that he's not a poet [I'm not so sure], he has a truly impressive knowledge of 20th century American poetry. He'd asked me and Damiano to keep him informed of when we're doing readings in the area, so last night, I invited everyone to our reading in Genova on Friday night. Sadly, it coincides with dinnertime, and who wants to miss that? So someone kindly suggested that we just do a reading here, after dinner. We're probably not having pumpkin pie, so I hope it's a nice finish to the evening.
Meanwhile, I'm making a list of all the things for which I'm thankful. I hope that you are too, and that your list is long.
