Our household spent Thanksgiving Day in community with the residents of Camp Quixote. First United Methodist Church, where the camp is now located, threw open its doors (and more importantly, its arms) and had a dinner for the camp, members of the church, and others who have supported the camp in one way or another. It was a day full of food, laughter and caring. If I was asked to say the one thing I am most grateful for this year, it would be the blessings that the camp has showered on anyone who has been involved with it and for the support this fledgling Camp Q community has received. I have to admit to being a little sad this morning when I heaved a four-pound newspaper into my home. Stuffed with advertising and headlines encouraging me to shop, shop, shop, I wondered if our call to take a day to be thankful has, for many people, simply become just a prelude to four weeks of excess. But today, I found peace in knowing that some bellies were full, and while not very warm or very dry, the Camp residents are safe and cared for at their home at the church. However and to whomever you say your prayers, keep the camp residents in them. Blessings to all of you.