For Thanksgiving - a thank you and a virtual invitation

First of all, I want to thank Robo for taking the time and energy to create this space where we can come together each day, joke around, and have serious discussion without fear of it descending into insults, and where diverse viewpoints are given fair time.  And to Cassandra for her amazing energy and enthusiasm in nurturing this fledgling forum.  Her wit and intelligence and kindness are perfect for moderating here, and she has unending patience for my emails (she should bill me for psychotherapy). And Angie who has me cracking up CONSTANTLY, holy hell girl - how you so hilarious?.  And Don who is wise and funny and always mentions some person or theory I've never heard of and have to run to go look up.  And RT who has sharp fangs but hasn't bitten anyone yet (that frown belies an underlying sweetness - yeah admit it.)  And Vince who consistently takes a kind and centrist approach, and Christine who is whip smart and a sweetie, and Haggis who is just simply Haggis and we all know why that's excellent, and Amadan who years ago used to make me mad but whom I've come to respect a ton, and poetinhat who is simply a sweetie, and tanstaafl who I don't think I know unless he has another name at another website but who is awesome nonetheless, and ben whom I don't know very well either (but have to turn away from his avatar), and ohio who is a semi-latecomer but one we were hoping would join us here and whose posts sometimes infuriate me, sometimes surprise me, and always make me think.  We are making this new place fun and stimulating, and hopefully the base for a website that continues to grow and will last a long time.

That said, I'd like to offer you (and anyone who's browsing and would like to attend) a virtual invitation for a Thanksgiving feast at my imaginary home.  It seems that my imaginary uncle died and left me a fairly expansive cabin in the mountains that sits on a peaceful lake. Today, the morning mist obscured most of my view out of the grand glass wall that overlooks that lake, but it's cleared up now and promises to be a wonderfully clear and gorgeous afternoon.  And I've got a bird in the oven, and my special cornbread sausage stuffing assembled. Spicy apple cider is bubbling on the stove.  A big fire is crackling in the fireplace.  And interestingly enough, the scenic road that leads up to my cabin takes the same amount of time to get here from anywhere in the country!  About an hour.  How's that?  

So you all are invited for shenanigans here today, hopefully ending in a splendid meal once we add the potluck dishes you all bring.  I've got bottles of homemade syrah from the mini vineyard out back, but other alcohol is welcome.  Come one come all! 

Hope to see you here! Let me know who's coming and what dish you are bringing, so I can set the massive table made from reclaimed wood from an abandoned barn (of course)   

*runs back to the kitchen to put the stuffing in the oven (I guess technically it's called dressing, since the idea of stuffing it into the bird sort of repulses me. Not to mention I don't particularly like salmonella).