Thirty-one Thanksgivings ago we invited our gay friends to join us for dinner. In those early days none of them had family here. They moved to New York City to pursue careers and often to escape their anti-gay hometowns. New York was now their home, their new friends were family, and Thanksgiving became their holiday. This year Thanksgiving #32 was by laptop and smartphone. Then Jim and I ate at the big table with the extensions still against the wall holding pictures of our family, and the additional chairs still in the basement. We all easily adapted and survived Covid-19 Thanksgiving. We have survived much worse.