If holidays stood in for the zodiac, I am a triple Thanksgiving: sun, moon, and rising. I have had all manners of Thanksgivings, from meals requiring months of advanced planning, to Thanksgiving dinners in restaurants, to alt-Thanksgiving of tuna casserole. For me personally, there is no strict requirement on Thanksgiving other than it be spent in communion with people I like, and food that I like to eat
You can (and I admit I do) divide the world by political affiliation. But I also divide the world into other binaries. Dog people and not-dog people. People who grew up on television, and people who didn't. Hellman's people and Miracle Whip people. And of course, "Sure! I'd love a sample, tell me more about this product" at the grocery store people, and "No, thank you" while avoiding eye contact at the grocery store people.
Something about me, I dislike crowds and distrust people who "are energized" by them. Having made it this far into my life without accruing the hobbies or passions that would inspire me to willingly attend any kind of fest or con, every year my tolerance for port-a-potty lines gets shorter and the hypothetical amount you would have to pay me to attend Burning Man gets larger.
In MY America,the entire month of August would be a federally-sanctioned holiday. For one month, UBI would kick in and we'd all be able to take a month to meditate, take long walks, listen to birds and insects, and eat simple, seasonal foods that we prepare ourselves. No restaurants, no tourism. Nothing but essential commerce and services, and overtime pay for those working.
