Germans do not celebrate Thanksgiving. They have Oktoberfest. But Connie thought it might make me feel more at home, so on Thanksgiving evening, 1997, she made a feast just for me. There was turkey and cranberry sauce, and, if I recall correctly, rich, smooth mashed potatoes. How she knew what to prepare, I have no idea. There might have been a long-distance call involved. That meal was one of the gestures that made the Wolframs family to me in every way that matters, but it is still a source of confusion.