THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT
Copyright (c) 1994, Landmark Communications, Inc.
DATE: Thursday, November 24, 1994 TAG: 9411230245
SECTION: CHESAPEAKE CLIPPER PAGE: 06 EDITION: FINAL
TYPE: Editorial
LENGTH: Medium: 52 lines
Before this day is over, the watchword in this part of the world will not be ``Thanks.'' It will be, ``No, thanks - not another bite.''
But the day is for thanksgiving, for things of cosmic importance and of only personal significance, for favors large and small, for the plenitude we earn and share and none of us appreciate often enough.
Here's a generic start on things to be thankful for:
Whatever talk-show hosts say, the incessant in-your-face and on-the-median-strip portion of the election season is over. For this year.
Whatever talk-show guests say, the economy will recover. The republic will stand.
There are 54 shopping days until Christmas.
There are zero shopping days until Christmas music floods the stores.
The manufacturer of ``Mighty Morphin Power Rangers'' has increased supplies.
``Mighty Morphin Power Rangers'' comes on TV only once a week.
The Friday after Thanksgiving at the mall comes but once a year.
The country has survived without baseball.
The country won't have to survive without postpersons.
It's almost time for Bergey's Dairy to mix up another batch of their famous eggnog.
Hurricane Gordon passed by without even meriting a footnote when the history of Chesapeake is written.
The Southeastern Expressway will probably pass by without even meriting a footnote when the history of Chesapeake is written.
There are no jails being built near anybody's back yard - not anywhere in the city.
When you turn on the faucet in the kitchen, water or something very much like it, continues to flow out.
It's still possible to study the miracles of nature in Chesapeake without having to apply for a permit from City Hall first.
Most of us have a table, food to put on it and folks we want to sit 'round it.
Entitlements will be on Congress' table, and members of Congress may even be present, too.
There are still rivers to go over and woods to go through and grandmothers' houses to go to.
And there's no need for a sleigh. by CNB