I always think of those less fortunate as us during these times of the holidays. Those people that are living under bridges, fighting the cold and looking for their next meal. Actually I think of them almost on a daily basis. It's a knawing in my gut, a constant drop of water to the temple. Here I sit in our beautiful kitchen listening to the sounds of pots and pans, Christmas music in the background and my son singing his one part of a three part harmony. Where do people go when they have no one. No one to call, no one to visit. Not to be depressing on this Thanksgiving day but we need to ask these questions. If more people did maybe we would have to ask this questions a little less.