Amongst...My Fondest....Of Memories Comments

Thanksgiving, by far, is my favorite holiday. Not because of its obvious epicurean significance, but rather a decades-old spiritual epiphany that indelibly lent a lasting consciousness.

Arriving San Francisco (my new home)the last Friday of October 1956 with little money, and not knowing a soul west of the Mississippi River, I secured lodging in a Fillmore District rooming house. Prior to departing my Illinois home, I was advised that my unemployment compensation benefits were transferable, that once in California I should immediately file application with the responsible authority. Upon arrival, the State Department of Employment confirmed that I was indeed eligible, but processing would take a few weeks to execute, and that my first check would be the Monday morning following Thanksgiving Day.
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