




To acquaint our international guest Haruka with the holiday, I printed a short synopsis of Thanksgiving from an American point of view, xeroxed a few pages from the 1971 book If you Sailed on the Mayflower. I was impartial to becoming too sentimental. But big Haruka was already happy to feel part of a great American tradition and that was ALL that mattered. I was happy to know that we also made another friend in the process. For Ivry.
Funny how the PCIV thinks we are traditional "American hosts" for internationals when I feel that we are still immigrants from the outside looking in.
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