I’m grateful for my wife and my kids.
I’m grateful for my parents, my brothers and my sister.
I’m grateful for my neighbors and my good friends and my teachers.
I’m grateful to all the countries that I’ve visited and that we have airplanes, double-decker buses, the Underground, The New York City Subway, Amtrak’s Super Chief and Coast Starlight.
I’m grateful to my coaches through the years and again to my parents for being role models that athleticism was a lifelong pursuit.
I’m grateful that we have running shoes, apparel that wicks away sweat, and the running hat that keeps the sweat from dripping into my eyes.
I’m grateful for my guitar and my bandmates, the Dirty Dogs. Woof.
I’m grateful to Los Angeles for being my home, Caldwell, New Jersey, for being my original home, and to Bates College for being my home for four years in between.
I’m grateful that we have sunny days, cloudy days, rainy days and snowy days (when I’m elsewhere, of course).
I’m grateful to have the freedom to write what I want, speak my mind, and pursue exciting opportunities in a beautiful country.
I’m grateful for my health and the health of my family.
I’m grateful that we have plentiful food and drink.
I’m grateful for the crisp, clean air.
I’m grateful to be alive.
I’m grateful to be able to share this with you. Happy Thanksgiving.