Thanks to a reader alert, I’m reposting Skipping Black Friday because autocorrect didn’t like my book title, Moments of Meditation. Even now, autocorrect insists that I can’t spell repast.
I eased into the center lanes when the right-turn lanes on Eastbound I-580 stalled behind vehicles inching toward the exit for the San Francisco Premium Outlets several miles ahead. A glance to my far right as I drove by the massive mall showed automobiles circling, the drivers desperate for a parking space. Why the frenzy? Designer brands at bargain rates up to 50% off. But could it be more about the hype than the discounts? More hooked on Black Friday?
I smiled as I journeyed home from volunteering at a Thanksgiving charitable event. The attendees were grateful for the free sit-down meal ordered from a brief menu, each course served at their cloth-covered tables on real plates, with stemmed glasses, and stainless utensils (no paper or plastic).
I didn’t cook or serve. My part was easier than that. I signed and gave away my book, Moments of Meditation, to those who couldn’t afford to shop on this early Black Friday and to the volunteers who could have shopped at the outlet mall but chose to make this a true Thanksgiving for others.