Josh and I (and the rest of the family, wherever they may be) are making our annual Thanksgiving pilgrimage back to the midwest today. It is always my favorite holiday, it really brings out the best in our family. If I don’t see them during the rest of the year, Thanksgiving is the one holiday that remains inviolate. That said, I have seen my family more this year than any other since I left home in 1985. Not that I am complaining, I love my family — their warmth, their politics, and their quirks.