This Thanksgiving, as I was driving through several neighborhoods, I saw so many people out walking in the streets, after what was undoubtedly a large meal.

I could not help but think back to what is now, a long time ago, when my parents, two brothers and I lived on a street named Faculty Drive, adjacent to the campus of Wake Forest.

One Thanksgiving, my older brother Glenn and I went walking to see if we could name all the families that lived in all the homes on our street. It turned out we knew them all, as everyone had moved there from the town of Wake Forest, just several years before, when the school moved 110 miles west.

It was a happy time and place to grow up, on a street where so many of my friends lived, just doors away.

So, this Thanksgiving, in that same spirit, I want to urge everyone to take a broad view of the word "street" and let it encompass any and every place you have ever lived and your friends and family have lived, even perhaps today.

If you do, you might agree with me that the popular song from the Broadway play and motion picture, My Fair Lady, just might fit your thoughts and memories.

"I have often walked down this street before

But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before

All at once am I several stories high

Knowing I'm on the street where you live"

Don't you want to walk and live on such a street? I bet many of you do just that now, and what better time to be thankful for that than now.

And this podcast. I take the time to thank each of the nineteen people who have said yes to me and graciously allowed me to talk with them about important times in their lives. They really have been Special Guests.

Finally, thanks to each of you who have taken your time to listen to the comings and goings of Grit - Stories of Resilience. It is nice to be on The Street Where You Live.