Wasn't thirty somthing the name of a popular TV sitcom a few years back? Actually it was "thirtysomething" and it was about a bunch of baby boomers back in the 1980s.

Thirty something took on a new meaning at our house this Thanksgiving. That's how many kinfolks dropped in. And, that doesn't count dogs. We love them, too, but we don't quite count them as kin. They didn't get Thanksgiving dinner, either. Boomer did.

It actually wasn't quite as hectic as it might sound. The big meal came together quite nicely. At least it appeared to me it did. I know it spread nicely on the tables for us all to dig into.

One last note about the Thanksgiving meal. By the time the last tail lights rolled down the driveway, there were no leftovers!

Like the "thirtysomething" sitcom, our Thanksgiving was about a bunch of baby boomers , too.

But, unlike the TV charcters, it wasn't the peace movement or the counterculture of the 1960s that bound us together.

It was our matriarch, Hazel Brown. It was our children, their children and our dogs. It was the thing called family.

Family doesn't mean what it once did to a lot of people in our country anymore. And our country is the worse for it.

Only natural that the conversation turned often to the economic disaster our country and its economy is experiencing.

The hopeful train of thought was that our country has been through a lot of trials and tribulations over the past 200 or so years. And she always made it through. However, the people righting her path always "got it!" Those responsible today don't!

That fact struck me this week when I realized how few people understood last week's headline — "The eagle has landed!"