I’ve always been a bit of a loner.  I’ve lived on the opposite side of the country, away from my immediate family, for almost four years now.  As such, I don’t get home much for the minor holidays; saving my vacation time for Christmas and New Year’s.  When most people hear I’m having Thanksgiving alone, a plethora of Thanksgiving dinner invites often come my way.

I don’t consider myself a grinch or a totally nonsocial person.  Still, I find the idea of spending Thanksgiving dinner with strangers … off-putting.  If I attend such a dinner, I usually only know my inviter, and maybe by proxy, one or two of their friends and/or family members.  Since Thanksgiving is more an intimate dinner celebration in my book, I instantly find myself amongst quite a few strangers (immediate and extended families).

It’s just not my cup of tea.

So instead, dear readers, I’ll be spending this Thanksgiving enjoying a homemade bison burger, a glass of fine wine, and the newest Prohibition era mobster novel, “Live by Night.”

Have a safe and happy Thanksgiving!