I’m often ashamed that I don’t take time more often to be thankful. I mutter and grumble a lot. I’m thankful I can do that.
COLUMNIST’S NOTE: I wrote this column, poking fun at my dad and myself, in November, 2012, as it turned out some three months before he was to die.
I love writing my annual Thanksgiving column. As an American living in the 21st century, there is an overwhelming amount to be thankful for.
Another football season, my 38th on the sideline covering games, has come to an end.
• You can be sure you’re going to have a bad day when you stop at the top of the driveway to adjust your seat belt over your heavy coat because it’s freezing outside and you glan