Life stinks used to be my motto.  There was a time (I was much younger then), when most mornings, I’d sit, tired and hungover, with a cup of black coffee and a cigarette contemplating all the evil in the world.  I relived the evil I had experienced, and that I witnessed, and I analyzed all the ways that life stunk.  The holidays made it a little better but Thanksgiving, until a few decades ago, always made me angry.  Because at Thanksgiving we are supposed to be thankful and during that time I couldn’t think of anything to be thankful for.