My Thanksgiving was unique, but all things considered, just what I needed. My boss at my part-time job (cleaning up a bar called The Anchor Inn) called and told me that he had decided to open in spite of the holiday (he hadn't planned to originally) and asked me to come in and get the place ready. The holiday bus schedule is sufficiently weird that I had to take a cab (which I got him to pay for).

    When I got there I found a couple of people in conducting some non-bar buisness with Bill (my boss). It was, Jeff Lisk, the producer of my CD. He wants to hurry me into the studio again to get started on another one. H also wants to get moving again on the other project that we had started (an anthology of original songs and comedy for truck drivers, for example). THAT was just the kind of good news I needed.

    I cleaned up, went home, ate a quiet meal, fed the cats, and was about to try to get some work done on the web (if you've got a CD out there, however you may feel about the commercialism of Christmas, it is, none the less, a time with the potential to sell a lot of them), the phone started ringing off the hook with Thanksgiving greeting from friends and family. When I finally got off the phone to get on line, my e-mailbox was filled with more of the same.

    I've said it before, but I'll say it again -- in spite of everything I'm a very lucky man.

Stephen Lee