As well-worn editorial conventions go, the thanks-on-Thanksgiving formula ranks up there with rewrites of "A Visit from St. Nicholas" come Dec. 24. Nevertheless, it seems an apt way to ask our growing ranks what debts they owe our youth and the history we share.
Months ago, we had an interesting discussion about how our early days informed our adult careers. We've also explored what the person you were in 1983 would make of the 2008 model.
I'll say it again: Collaborating creatively with all of you ... making do on the cheap and despite official disapproval ... taught me at least as many skills I use today as I ever got from my (fine) formal education. For better or worse -- and I say "better" -- I'm the person I am today because of the all-too-brief time we spent together. Thanks!
All these years later, who or what makes you thankful about those times?

In 1988, I finally got serious about a higher education. I previously tried college at SDSU in 1980/81 but it interfered with my social life and record-buying fund, so I dropped out. (I hated SDSU anyway.) But in 1988 I packed up the 1967 VW van, and me and my girlfriend Michelle headed off for Humboldt State University, after a fine summer living in the van and beach-combing up the California coast.
