And I’m not about to go on about a particular prized possession, although I am very fond of my pocket knife. Rather, I’m thankful that Governor William Bradford understood the tragedy of the commons concept way before someone came up with the term “tragedy of the commons.”
I’m decidedly not thankful for the mandolin. I don’t mean the musical instrument. I’m talking about the kitchen slicing device. From it I learned that a knife is faster in the short run and much easier to clean in the long run. Potatoes dauphinoise don’t just happen. Happy Thanksgiving, all.