that dad came out all right. that mom makes a perfect turkey. that we weren't served by the waitress at superior shores that f-ed up our big breakfast. that the crows didn't bite my head when i ran down 61. the staff at st. luke's who were talented, positive and funny. pieman, superliss and flannel. jana and sweets little bubbedy-boo. that little bubs said, 'happy giving' to me today on the phone. mom and dad's dsl. all the family that called dad prior to his surgery to wish him luck. the deer that didn't move an inch and in fact kept on eating grass when i ran by up the driveway to run. the waves on the lake. the addition to the house, that i helped build, that is quiet and quite cold for perfect sleeping. the guy that cut down trees and filled up the shed with fire wood. the fire. mom and dad's many, many nightlights. the fact that i can turn those closest to my bedroom off. public radio that had a show all about grace that i listened to on my way to pick up dad. grace. poets, environmentalists and anyone who really cares. whoever invented mashed potatoes, dressing and gravy. mom and dad. pat and bob. jayne-marie. louis. all of those who went before us. manhattans, martinis and vodka tonics. beer. birch bark. the turkey who died and his or her mama. the pumpkin pie we were too full to eat. ella who serenades me right now. my sweet parents who sleep in living room chairs dead set on not going to bed quite yet. love and the patience that nourishes it. homemade quilts and the women who quilted them. the culture that allowed people to take the time to quilt. lisa, diets, tracy, allywally, schando, smileen, schnuggs. the lake, the wind and the waves. everyone who i never had the chance to say 'thank you' to. my good friends. music. artistopia. a good night's sleep. thank you and good night. bohannon