In my own personal scramble to find something to write about besides the obligatory Thanksgiving column that’s been done so many times before, I’ve come to realize that being thankful once a year for the things we’re fortunate enough to have, the things we should be thankful for day in and day out, is still too much to ask from some people.

We all know the grumblers, the moaners, the winers and complainers, the “there’s-no-use-in-getting-out-of-bed(ers),” and most of us have come to the grim realization that the attitudes of such people aren’t ever going to change, even for a day like Thanksgiving. You need go only as far as the local grocery store to see someone griping about the price of a turkey and cranberry sauce, and it seems as though the number of these people grow by multitudes every year.

Regardless such a revelation, the image of not being thankful is one we don’t want to embrace because the likeness of a happy Thanksgiving has been permanently indented in our brains by years of Thanksgiving Day parades, movies and television specials like “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving,” even though many of us, I’m sure, relate more to Neal, the uptight business man in “Planes, Trains and Automobiles.”