Two hours ago, as of this Wednesday night writing, the ground around my back porch was brown and bare and sere. Where only scant weeks ago there was deep color in the New Hampshire woods - an astonishing riot of maple red and oak orange and birch yellow, the likes of which I have never seen before and may never see again, because it was simply that extraordinary - there are now only the skeletal fingers of bare trees holding court over a graveyard of fallen leaves. A few studiously green pines stand the watch, as they always do, but in the main, it is the Autumnal end of things in this particular patch of this particular place.
And then, two hours ago, it began to snow.
Canadians can access the socialist imaginary through the Canadian New Democratic Party; with a Democratic Party that has no vision of utopia, US Americans access the socialist imaginary through Thanksgiving, which delivers a profound change in the lives we lead - involving our work, leisure, bodies and relationship to nature.
Most Americans - from the Obama family in the White House to my little family in Texas - will get a much-deserved break from work on Thanksgiving Day. But millions of others won't. Wal-Mart, Target, Macy's, Radio Shack, and other retailers are also requiring their low-paid workers to put in a shift.