Thursday is for family, of course, and that’s as it should be. Thursday is for gathering with the people who made you who you are, from cradle to now. Thursday is for keeping one eye on the cranberry sauce and one eye on Chiefs-Cowboys, for watching the floats and the balloons as they crawl down Sixth Avenue, for deftly changing the subject from politics or religion.
Thanksgiving is about home. If you’re lucky, it’s a long list for which you’re grateful.
But if you’re also lucky enough, you have reason to give thanks for the rest of your life, too, which means work, which means the job, which means the colleagues you work with and the bosses you work for. And sometimes, your life’s accounting of great good fortune applies to and includes that nonofficial family.
The Post, as you know, suffered a great loss recently when one of our most familiar names and most respected craftsmen, Larry Brooks, passed after a short illness. Larry’s professional impact was such that a who’s who of the NHL moved heaven and earth to properly salute him, whether in the stories that filled the newspaper’s pages or the crowd that filled his memorial service 11 days ago.
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