It’s Thanksgiving here in the States, and so it is time for that most rote and cliché of all questions: What are you thankful for?

And honestly, it’s cheesy as hell, but as my wife likes to say, the world’s on fire, so what’s wrong with a little cheese? And what’s wrong with actually taking a moment to think about what we’re thankful for?

When you get asked this question at the Thanksgiving table, you’re sort of put on the spot. We all know the question could come, but we’re somehow still not expecting it, and then we spit out something really trite (“My family!”) or really ludicrous (“Gravity!”)

So, hey, you’re not on the spot here. Take a moment. Think about it. And then go ahead and drop a comment down below and tell me what you’re thankful for. Heck, I’ll do it, too, and I’ll even go first.

Skipping the expected answers (my wife, my kids, my readers…), and going in no particular order:

My grandfather. He passed away 12 years ago, but somehow he manages to keep influencing my life, usually when I least expect it.My neighbors. I never wanted to move to the suburbs. I grew up in the suburbs and hated it, so when Morgan and I decamped from Brooklyn for the swamps of Jersey, I was not thrilled. But my neighbors make it so worthwhile. Great people, with great kids who make my kids happy.Mark Waid. This guy wrote some of my favorite comics thirty years ago…and is writing some of my favorite comics now. Comics are my happy place, my succor, my soothing soaking tub of pop culture. When there are good comics in the world, I’m a lot happier, a lot more chill, and Mark Waid is making very good comics!Therapy. ‘Nuff said!

OK, y’all — your turn!