There is something strange about the Thanksgiving holiday that sets it apart from other holidays.  Perhaps it’s the expectation of a house full of relatives and friends or the aroma of a turkey baking in the oven which contributes to festive anticipation.  Maybe the strangeness stems from the fact that it falls on a Thursday.  

Generally, Thursdays have never really done anything for me.  As far as I was concerned, Thursday was nothing more than a dull day which stood in the way and slowed down the arrival of Friday and its promise of the weekend.  So it may very well have been the designation of Thursday as the day of the week to celebrate Thanksgiving which bestowed upon it a kind of dignity with a Sunday flavor.