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I remember Thanksgiving dinner at my aunt and uncle's house, realizing that they drank wine with dinner every night, and wondering why my parents didn't. I think it was a combination of they felt no need to and wine cost money. Too late to ask them. And now we drink cocktails with our grown daughter most evenings, chiefly because our daughter needs to recover from work. Specifically, the stress of dealing with idiots. I dealt with workday problems by thinking them over on my two-mile walk home. This Thanksgiving I'm thinking about past Thanksgivings with family members who are gone. And my mind wanders, as it is prone to do.