It was Charlie Floto, publisher of Sextant: The Magazine for Heath/Zenith Computer Users, who gave me my first professional publishing job in 1982 and who first showed me that "Publisher" is the best and coolest of all possible job titles.  I remain grateful to him for that opportunity and that learning.  So this Thanksgiving memory that he shared today is especially appropriate for the Nimble Books mailing list. These beautiful words are from the 1936 Thanksgiving Proclamation of Gov. Wilbur Cross, which was memorized by generations of Connecticut schoolchildren, including Charlie.   Well worth taking a moment to pause and read aloud!

Time out of mind at this turn of the seasons when the hardy oak leaves rustle in the wind and the frost gives a tang to the air and the dusk falls early and the friendly evenings lengthen under the heel of Orion, it has seemed good to our people to join together in praising the Creator and Preserver, who has brought us by a way that we did not know to the end of another year. In observance of this custom, I appoint Thursday, the twenty-sixth of November, as a day of Public Thanksgiving for the blessings that have been our common lot and have placed our beloved State with the favored regions of earth – for all the creature comforts: the yield of the soil that has fed us and the richer yield from labor of every kind that has sustained our lives – and for all those things, as dear as breath to the body, that quicken man’s faith in his manhood, that nourish and strengthen his spirit to do the great work still before him: for the brotherly word and act; for honor held above price; for steadfast courage and zeal in the long, long search after truth; for liberty and for justice freely granted by each to his fellow and so as freely enjoyed; and for the crowning glory and mercy of peace upon our land; – that we may humbly take heart of these blessings as we gather once again with solemn and festive rites to keep our Harvest Home.

Given under my hand and seal of the State at the Capitol, in Hartford, this twelfth day of November, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and thirty six and of the independence of the United States [sic] the one hundred and sixty-first.
Wilbur L. Cross

Thank you all for joining Nimble Books on its journey over the years.  I appreciate you.