Hi.  When I was coming up, my mom would always tell us kids that if we only counted our blessings, we would find joy in any circumstance.  Nothing could stop our happiness if we only took a moment to step back from the craziness of our lives and remember the things that make us fortunate.  Man, my mom was a very, very smart lady.

So, today, the day before Thanksgiving, I'd like to count my blessings again.  I have a son that is my pride and joy.  I have a daughter that is literally an angel.  I have a job when so many don't.  I get to do what I love every single day.

I make my living by talking and playing music.  I'll repeat that:  I make my living by talking and playing music.  How can I feel bad about anything when that's how my life has shaken out?  I work with true professionals.  I'm serious here folks.  The kids and grown-ups I work with know their business.  And most importantly, they stay out of mine.  Whether it's the really talented air-staff or the incredibly competent production people, or the lady who makes sure the radio stations are programmed and humming not just at 10 AM on a Thursday, but 1 o'clock in the morning on a Saturday, they make it look easy and make it easy for me to brag about them.

I live in the State of Wyoming and love it with all my heart.  If you're not from Wyoming and haven't met the joyous, hard-working, loyal, honest people who live here....you will NEVER understand that feeling.

I have a roof over my head.  I was able to raise two kids on my own and didn't screw up more than usual.  My friends love me.  My co-workers respect me.  My listeners take time out of their busy day to listen to me.

Life is good.  I know there are many in this great land who are struggling mightily to not just prosper, but to survive.  I pray for their success and their strength.  I pray for the cream of the crop young men and women who stand on a cold, wind-swept base or who risk their lives in firefights and it takes my breath away that this country has such as these.  God Bless them and protect them.

I'm thankful.  I'm grateful.  I'm blessed.  I'm free.  Everyone I love will go to bed tomorrow night safe, well-fed and loved.

So, mom, I know you can hear me.  I'd just like to say I'm thankful for what you taught me about counting the blessings.  That truly is  my Thanksgiving.  Thanks for listening and Happy Thanksgiving.