The Independent

I'm thankful for the fact that there still are a few folks who are considerate enough to turn off their radios when you go and pay them a visit. Not many, it's true, but a few, anyway. I'd like to present them with medals, or something. They deserve some kind of recognition for their thoughtfulness and consideration.

Along with a number of other things, I also am thankful that I've been on the water-wagon almost a year. Because of this fact, I am now in a position to argue prohibition from both sides of the fence, which is a great convenience, particularly when I happen to be in the company of somebody who is a better arguer than I am.

Another thing which all married men should be thankful for is the fact that these trucks from neighboring cities, loaded down with different shrubs and various kinds of pretty pottery don't come around any oftener than they do. One of these vehicles can come to town and can just naturally play havoc with the average man's bank account. There ought to be a law, or something, against them.

I'm thankful that my wife isn't a crank about making me sit at the table between courses. As a general rule, I'm a rapid eater, and I always finish way ahead of the rest of the family. And then, while waiting for dessert, I like to move over into the living room and glance through the paper or a magazine for a few minutes. She used to object to this practice, but gave it up a