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In our progressive family, Thanksgiving meant chow mein and Labor Day was a cruise on the Potomac powered by Honda
The annual return of Thanksgiving reminds me so much of my childhood days.
As many of you know, I grew up in a very progressive family that was 40 years ahead of its time. My parents were well-educated, as my father had a Ph.D. in Nostradamian studies, and my mother held her advance degree in Soviet-style journalism. My father just seemed to have a niche for seeing the future, and my mother was famous for many articles at the time, which included: "Why religious people are evil, not good," and: "When everyone is poor, we'll all be happy."
For us, traditional legal holidays did not have the same meaning as they did for most people of the times. Take Thanksgiving, for example. My parents saw right through the hype that Pilgrims were "thankful" to the Indians for their survival. As newcomers to the continent, these religious zealots were just kissing-up because they planned to take over all along. Not that we should condemn the Pilgrims for being better business people, mind you. After all, they were dealing with natives, who didn't know what a wheel was, let alone, understand the sophistication of a European business model. So for Thanksgiving, we pretty much ignored the whole thing and had chow mein at a local Chinese restaurant.
When Christmas came along — well, need I say more? Being progressive, we wanted nothing to do with the religious significance of the holiday, but quite frankly, enjoyed the commercialism of it all. On Christmas day, after checking our presents to make sure that all of our greediest desires were fulfilled, we would watch scenes from the movie, Godfather I. The Christmas scene was the one we enjoyed most. You know, it's the part where Virgil "The Turk" Sollozzo kidnapped Tom Hagen, while Hagen held a wooden snow sled. It was just like the one I had!
The movie helped remind us that the most important business transactions of the world continued, no matter what the season.
Then there was New Year's Day. My parents said that this date was reserved for people who wanted to preserve the sanctity of college football — and coincidentally, these same people used a calendar based on the death of a religious figure. We, on the other hand, were much more sophisticated and used the Triassic calendar, which put us in the year of 230, 430, 200 AD (After Dinosaur).
Next were Lincoln and Washington's birthdays. My father knew that someday, these holidays would be wiped out in favor of a generic: "let's celebrate all of the presidents' birthdays on one day" event. After all, Lincoln was overrated because 600,000 soldiers died during his administration and he suspended habeas corpus. (Hey, George Bush looks like a saint compared to this guy!)
As for Washington, we all knew he had slaves on the old plantation, so the end of his reign was just around the corner!
Memorial Day was a day to be thankful that the draft had ended in 1973. It's not that we didn't appreciate the sacrifices our brave soldiers made in preservation of our freedom. Rather, it was a time to be joyful for the fact that we didn't have to make any sacrifices, ourselves. To celebrate our liberty, we hopped into Dad's speedboat and cruised around the Potomac for the day It really helped relieve any possible signs of guilt we may have had.
The Fourth of July? Pure insanity! My father used to say: "What's so great about a bunch of nitwits getting drunk and setting off fireworks — just because we told the British where they could put it? Hey, for two hundred years, they've been our best buds, so what's that all about?"
And finally, "Labor Day." This was the time to remember the AFL-CIO and the power of unions to raise prices everywhere. We ignored this one as well, since Dad knew the unions would never break Wal-Mart. So for us, it was just another day on the Potomac. By the way, our Honda outboard motor was the best we ever owned. Those non-union Japanese could certainly build great engines for much cheaper prices!
So you see, we were just years ahead of our time. Today, one must question: "Why have official holidays at all?"
They all seem to have lost their meanings and are just an excuse for another day off. Instead, why not just put a few Monday holidays in "big box" union contracts?
Oh, that's right. I forgot.
Steve Hansen is a Lodi writer and satirist. He can be found sitting in a beat up DeLorean on the set of the new movie: "Back to the Future VI."

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