The good news is that I recently learned that the historical bit about the U.S. Army deliberately giving the tribes on the trail of tears contaminated blankets is a myth.
The bad news is that our Thanksgiving is also a myth, which I believe most people know but celebrate anyway. Let’s face it, if the new arrivals and the long-established Indian People of the Americas had really made nice to each other in early days, everything here would be a hell of a lot different.
The cartoon at the top of this page is the only way I can let myself acknowledge what this day is. Humor may not be the meaning of life, but it sure as hell helps us through it.
LYMI, LB