I can’t help but have a joyous feeling in my heart on Thanksgiving days when it rains cats and dogs on the Macy’s parade. Why? I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because I was taken to the parade as a small child and forced to stand in the cold seven deep unable to see a thing. In any case, when you’re in your warm house and you turn it on and see the balloons waving and people shivering, you have to admit you feel a small thrill…