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INCLINE VILLAGE, Nev. — O' beautiful for spacious skies — we offer thanks to the Lake of the Sky.
For amber waves of grain — we thank Lovelock, and they will throw some alfalfa into the bargain at no extra charge…
For purple mountain majesties — we need only gaze upon the Miocene Purple Mountain Flora of Western Nevada to be thankful.
Above the fruited plain — of Moapa Valley, where the pomegranate reigns supreme...
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
One really needs to listen to Ray Charles singing “America the Beautiful” on YouTube before saying a Thanksgiving prayer or raising a glass to all we have to be thankful for this holiday season.
Well, look at it, our economy, though on a dialysis machine, is on the mend, we're deliberating health care reform, Afghan villagers are rising up against the Taliban, Iran is, well, who knows what Iran is doing and we've got a president who is doing his dangdest to bring our world together.
Here at home, Mt. Rose is open for winter fun, the Dixie is cruising into Emerald Bay each day, and Don Harton is hosting noble tours of the Territorial Enterprise Building in Virginia City, where Mark Twain discovered his literary lodestone.
Which reminds me, a Thanksgiving salutation would not be complete without a word from the Moralist of the Main…
“Thanksgiving Day, a function which originated in New England two or three centuries ago when those people recognized that they really had something to be thankful for if they had succeeded in exterminating their neighbors, the Indians, during the previous twelve months instead of getting exterminated by their neighbors, the Indians. Thanksgiving Day became a habit, for the reason that in the course of time, as the years drifted on, it was perceived that the exterminating had ceased to be mutual and was all on the white man's side, consequently on the Lord's side; hence it was proper to thank the Lord for it and extend the usual annual compliments.” — Mark Twain.
Personally, I'd like to thank my wife for making my life a sanctity instead of a speculation. Her cheerfulness, helpfulness and charity are a constant astonishment to me. I thank our friends for brightening our lives with their sterling characters and bazaar personalities. And I thank our sons and daughters for instilling in us a confidence and enthusiasm in America's future.
Finally, I'd like to thank this fine family journal for keeping our community informed, entertained and engaged.
Oh, and did I mention being thankful for the opportunity to make some serious money today by taking the Giants over the Broncos?
Happy Thanksgiving from our house to yours; may honest peace and prosperity attend you this holiday season…
— McAvoy Layne is an Incline Village resident who visits area schools as the ghost of Mark Twain.
For amber waves of grain — we thank Lovelock, and they will throw some alfalfa into the bargain at no extra charge…
For purple mountain majesties — we need only gaze upon the Miocene Purple Mountain Flora of Western Nevada to be thankful.
Above the fruited plain — of Moapa Valley, where the pomegranate reigns supreme...
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
One really needs to listen to Ray Charles singing “America the Beautiful” on YouTube before saying a Thanksgiving prayer or raising a glass to all we have to be thankful for this holiday season.
Well, look at it, our economy, though on a dialysis machine, is on the mend, we're deliberating health care reform, Afghan villagers are rising up against the Taliban, Iran is, well, who knows what Iran is doing and we've got a president who is doing his dangdest to bring our world together.
Here at home, Mt. Rose is open for winter fun, the Dixie is cruising into Emerald Bay each day, and Don Harton is hosting noble tours of the Territorial Enterprise Building in Virginia City, where Mark Twain discovered his literary lodestone.
Which reminds me, a Thanksgiving salutation would not be complete without a word from the Moralist of the Main…
“Thanksgiving Day, a function which originated in New England two or three centuries ago when those people recognized that they really had something to be thankful for if they had succeeded in exterminating their neighbors, the Indians, during the previous twelve months instead of getting exterminated by their neighbors, the Indians. Thanksgiving Day became a habit, for the reason that in the course of time, as the years drifted on, it was perceived that the exterminating had ceased to be mutual and was all on the white man's side, consequently on the Lord's side; hence it was proper to thank the Lord for it and extend the usual annual compliments.” — Mark Twain.
Personally, I'd like to thank my wife for making my life a sanctity instead of a speculation. Her cheerfulness, helpfulness and charity are a constant astonishment to me. I thank our friends for brightening our lives with their sterling characters and bazaar personalities. And I thank our sons and daughters for instilling in us a confidence and enthusiasm in America's future.
Finally, I'd like to thank this fine family journal for keeping our community informed, entertained and engaged.
Oh, and did I mention being thankful for the opportunity to make some serious money today by taking the Giants over the Broncos?
Happy Thanksgiving from our house to yours; may honest peace and prosperity attend you this holiday season…
— McAvoy Layne is an Incline Village resident who visits area schools as the ghost of Mark Twain.
