I remember it well: surviving a long ocean voyage and hostile winter in Thanksgiving to God!
Perhaps Christians with more guts, owe thanksgiving too, to Wampanoag who befriended us;
Showing strangers in a strange land how to fish, plant corn and gather berries and nuts.
I remember that night when we had our last rendezvous, and somehow I foolishly wondered if you might be thinking as I do. I rode all night, just me alone to warn, the Red Coats are coming in just a few.
No not alone, not you. Before the dawn of Valley Forge, while Congress slept behind closed doors, women too rode out to warn Minute Men of the coming Red horde.
Ah, yes, I remember it well. We men, better than most...
Not so exceptional to boast.
Those Russian songs
From Muslim sailors at a mosque on Cuba's coast?
Ah, yes. I remember it well. You wore a gown of gold.
Not quite Red, White and Blue?
Am I getting old?
Oh, no, not you. How strong you were, how young and gay. A prince in pieces, in every way.
Ah, yes, I remember it well.
It wasn't King Ferdinand nor Queen Isabell, who launched a thousand ships in 1492, but rather Muslims in 1178 who, sailed the ocean blue -- introducing Islam to Latin American hue.
In the early fall of 1621, Thanksgiving was a happy accident: Pilgrim Edward Winslow wrote, "we exercised our arms!" Think more Open Carry than gymnasium event.