FRANKLY SPEAKING- Thanksgiving

It was a rag-tag assembly of survivors, escapees, refugees and renegades found living amidst the splendor of the island. In fact, the concept of Thanksgiving seemed very appropriate to their mere existence. They did not blend into their surroundings very well. In fact, they announced their presence to all.

They did not appear, “American”. They didn’t exhibit the traits normally associated with their up-bringing. They were thin and their coats were rather worn and un-kept. No one would welcome their visit to a Thanksgiving feast. They were lean mean survivors. No fat or the plumage that normally adorns their kind. Eye candy was not a descriptive term for them.

But there they were! Parading their stuff! They had moved up! They now lived on a resort golf course just miles from the beach. Their cares were simple, food and companionship. From all appearances they certainly had the latter.

Hmm, simple pleasures!