Tradition! Tradition!

Thanksgiving! Tradition! I leave tomorrow for Thanksgiving 2005.

We've been doing the same thing for Thanksgiving since 1985 . . . people have died, children have been born, and we've all aged 20 years. And I still love it.

What is it about traditions that comfort me? Why is it that some people love traditions, and others couldn't care less? I just like knowing what's going to happen, knowing that the things I love will be coming around again.

What could be better than knowing that, if you're lucky, you get to do this all again next year?