Half-baked (and over-stuffed) Thanksgiving/Mastodon metaphor...
Just returned from a delightful gathering a dear friend hosted.
Driving thru the neighborhoods, I noticed every so often a house with cars parked up and down the street.
Obviously, the homes of folks who were hosting feasts.
In any extended group of friends and family, there are those with the time, resources, expertise, and willingness to step up and hold space for others.
Is this starting to sound like the #fediverse yet?