It’s almost 4 AM on November 19 and 37 degrees, 60 miles northeast of San Angelo, as I begin writing this column while enjoying the first fire of the season in our woodstove. I sit here watching the fire over the top of my computer screen, wondering about those through the centuries in different times and places who have contemplated their thoughts while watching a fire fueled by wood that they gathered. As Thanksgiving approaches, I am humbled by the thought that this wood stove is one of three sources of heat that we enjoy. Our ancestors, along with many others in the world, never had the option of either putting wood in the stove or adjusting the thermostat. One of many things for which to be thankful.