At 7 pm on November 27th, 15 other displaced Americans, 6 Australians and 5 Nepalis arrived at my door, their hands full of pies and casseroles, roast chickens (no turkey in Nepal) and more-than-we-could-eat potatoes.
We'd decided to have Thanksgiving at my house for two reasons: the toaster oven and the back up generator (that only sometimes works).
It was a hell of a night. And left a lot to be thankful for.
Here are some highlights: