Send Lawyers, Techs, and Turkey

It’s been a difficult couple of weeks here. Thanksgiving came and went in a blur. Practically everyone worked straight through the holiday to keep locations up and running in spite of several hurtles and pitfalls. At times it has reminded me of a zombie movie. Not the gore – there’s been no blood shed, yet. Rather it’s the social observations - How does humanity respond when forced to fight for survival? And as with any good zombie film, location is key. Where do you stage your last stand and with whom?
It’s a running joke at Hest that we’re the Island of Misfit Toys. It’s a joke you won’t get unless you’ve watched the 1964 stop motion animation classic Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. But to put it succinctly, Hest has become a refuge for the creative, eccentric, and unconventional. That’s part of our charm. It’s also part of our strength. Each of us brings something unique to the table and we’re all fighting for survival.
If the old adage is true, that which does not kill you only makes you stronger, then before the year is finished we will be titans. Bruised perhaps and sporting that “thousand mile stare” occasionally, but undaunted and unstoppable.
So in case I forgot to mention what I was thankful for this year, it’s the Misfit Toys. Thank you for rising to the occasion and working your asses off. I can't think of a better group of people to have at my side when the zomie hoards attack.
-Ship's Councilor