This past year, the field of journalism lost one of its greatest writers — Furman Bisher.

On April 15, 1950, Bisher wrote his first column for the Atlanta Constitution. My favorite pieces Bisher wrote once per year were his Thanksgiving columns. Of course, we’ll never read another new Bisher Thanksgiving column, but in honor of his tradition, I think I’ll take a shot at copying his style even though I fall short. So, here it goes.

I’m thankful for sunrises with the music of birds chirping in the background.

I’m thankful for the new road construction in Carrollton to ease the traffic so I can hopefully drive to Chick-fil-A, Home Depot and Target at a faster pace.

I’m thankful for air conditioning, heating, indoor plumbing, coffee makers and toilet paper.

I’m thankful for playgrounds, ball fields and any place that provides the opportunity to hear children laughing and playing.

I’m thankful for breakfast places such as Jerry’s Country Kitchen, the Maple Street Diner and the Sunnyside Café where men still gather to solve the world’s problems before starting the day.

I’m thankful to live in a college town with so many professors from all walks of life to blend into our community.

I’m thankful to have a job.

I’m thankful that the city of Carrollton renovated the old Train Depot.

I’m thankful for the infield fly rule even though I still don’t understand it.

I’m thankful for the live music that’s finally returned to this area after longing for the days of the old Franklin Country Music Park.

I’m thankful that Big Chic has kept the same recipe after all of these years.

I’m thankful for my weekly editors Tyler Sabo and Ali Garrett who correct my spelling, punctuation and poorly written sentences before I submit my columns to the Times-Georgian.

I’m thankful for my wonderful wife Ali and sons Turner, Charlie and Henry.

I’m thankful for the eight and a half years I spent with my son Will Garrett, who I miss so much with each passing second.

I’m thankful for my parents and brothers, in-laws, friends, co-workers, church and community who continue to teach me and walk with me through life’s journey.

I’m thankful for faith, hope and love although I must confess I’m really struggling with the faith and hope part right now.

I’m thankful for Furman Bisher’s annual Thanksgiving Day columns. Unfortunately, we shared more than just a love for writing. He lost a son too.

So, let’s celebrate another Thanksgiving in the good ole USA. Despite our differences, we should all be thankful to live in such a wonderful country.

Selah.

Garrett is a Carrollton resident and businessman. You can read more of his columns at joegarrett1.wordpress.com or contact him at joe_garrett@bellsouth.net.