Many times over the years, I’ve taken advantage of the Thanksgiving holiday to share in print the things for which I’m thankful.
I do this because I am thankful for many things, and also because, come on, it’s a holiday week. I’ve got travel plans to make, turkeys to brine, families to see. I just don’t have the time to come up with a coherent narrative.
Lately, however, my thanks have become rather repetitious. I’m thankful for my wife. Thankful for some of the kids. Thankful for the down-home goodness of a perfectly roasted turkey. Thankful for Big Papi and a Red Sox World Series title.
Blah blah blah.
Recently, though, I uncovered a treasure trove of junk in my mom’s attic, which included a bunch of old school papers: tests, report cards, essays, detention slips.
One of these is what I believe was my first written “what I am thankful for” list, compiled for my seventh-grade English class and receiving a slick B-minus.
Without further ado, things to be thankful for, circa 1977:
I am thankful that this essay only has to be 500 words long, not 750. Really, really, really, really, very, very thankful. Extremely, really, very thankful. How many words is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?
I am thankful that we didn’t have to type this essay. How can anyone use those stupid typewriters? I have to stop and fix every fourth letter. I will never be a writer.
I am thankful that Jimmy Carter has taken over as president from that guy who always trips and falls on “Saturday Night Live.”
I am thankful for Charles Nelson Reilly. Best “Match Game” celebrity ever.
I am thankful for Meat Loaf. The food and the musician.
I am thankful for Fred Lynn, who will be the greatest player in Red Sox history, maybe baseball history.