From a strictly blue collar point of view, I've always hated Thanksgiving. If it came on a Friday, It'd be all right. But Thursday? Give me a break! First of all, some one has to put up a major feed. Even if it's not you, you probably have to go 30 or more miles to get to wherever it is. You're kind of obliged to overeat, just to show gratitude to the poor fool that got stuck with all the work. We can let all the bits about cleaning up, traffic on the way home and heartburn go as understood. And what happens the next day? It's up at 4 or 5 or 6 AM to go to another day's work. Un-rested. Un-happy. Probably understaffed at work. I hate Thanksgiving. A bad idea whose time has gone.