This Thanksgiving, Peggy Noonan is thankful for what she’s not seeing. Despite the relentless glut of negative economic news, “everything looks the same,” she writes in the Wall Street Journal. There is no one selling pencils in the street, no children lining up in bread lines. “It’s as if the news is full of floods, but we haven’t seen it rain.”
We can be thankful, too, that we have a wise, steady president-elect, who’s done nothing short of start his first hundred days early, and an incumbent who has contritely stepped aside. Every time Noonan flies, she prays, “Dear God, put your big hands under this plane.” Many people likely feel the same way about America right now. Praying, “Lord, thank you for our previous safety, and get us through this turbulence.” (More Great Depression stories.)