Four, briefly five, of us for the Thanksgiving hour. Rain hung in the air but mostly stayed there, and we did not get wet. Traffic was light, with an occasional honk of support and no disagreeable disagreements that we could see.
Three of us had attended community potlucks for the holiday, one in Albany and one in Corvallis, a custom to be affirmed and supported.
One of us had just read In the Garden of Beasts by Erik Larson, an account of the Nazis' first years in power from the viewpoint of the American ambassador to Germany William E Dodd. She sees the book as a cautionary account of missed opportunities to unseat the Nazis and so possibly to avert World War II.
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