I was well into my second glass of champagne this morning as my wife and I were watching the Umpteenth Annual Macy's Day Parade. Actually my wife was in the kitchen preparing my daughter's first Thanksgiving dinner (Similac with Iron and water) when the star of the parade flashed across the screen.
It was Helen whose last name I don't recall even though it was announced just a commercial break ago, but apparently Helen's claim to fame is that she is over 100 years old.
"You just missed Helen!" I shouted into the kitchen.
"What?" my wife shouted back.
"Helen," I said, "you just missed her."
"Who's Helen?" my wife shouted.
"She's 101 years old," I said.
"I can't hear a word you're saying with this water running," she said.
As I take another sip of my California Chandon and watch Maria, Luis and Gordon dance with a slew of kids and some muppets under a Big Bird balloon, I can't help but think to myself that this is what Thanksgiving is all about.
Let's all raise our glasses to Helen, shall we?
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