Entering our grace period

PROFESSORS who’ve never worked in their lives now poison the minds of college students.

May they know Thanksgiving is a time for gratitude. For living under the freedom of Democracy. For life in a safe place. For enough food and clean water.

Everyone: Donate to others in need. Appreciate your good health. Volunteer at a hospital. A prayer for the opportunity to have education. Tutor a child. Donate to a literacy program. Recognize friendships. Reach to include lonely others. Make room for one more at your table. Bring a basket to someone homebound.

Understand you’re loved. Say “I love you” aloud to those who matter. Be on your knees to all who give the gift of friendship.

The Ten Commandments are visible inside the Supreme Court. Stay honest, respectful, peaceful. No malice. Today right and wrong is individualistic. Criminals are released, addicts get money to buy more drugs, justice has collapsed, harm’s now acceptable. Corruption, dishonesty is daily food.

Today perjury’s unpunished. Evil is legion. Hate is acceptable. Dishonesty’s our daily basis.

Stop. Be grateful. Give thanks for our blessed country.

Almighty dollar

CHRISTIAN-THEMED movies are hustling new time goodness. Like true story “Ordinary Angels.”

Hilary Swank: “Our movie makes you believe angels are among us all.” (Better they should be among our politicians.)

Swank plays small-town Kentucky hairdresser. Little local girl awaiting a liver transplant. Comes miracles. With “Sound of Freedom” closing in on $240 million this summer, could be movie business believes in collection plates.

Starry nights

THEY grow up and they’re gorgeous. Seinfeld’s daughter Sascha having a drink in the East Village’s Nublu . . . BEFORE she left us Anne Heche filmed “Wildfire: The Legend of the Cherokee Ghost Horse.” It’s Michael Martin Murphey’s 1975 story. “50 years since ‘Wildfire’ was a song for young women who named their horses Wildfire. Now they’re grandmas are uninterested in me or the band, just the horse.”

It breaks out of the corral in January.

Some inside jobs

THE Robert De Niro saga. I have no private input. I know only that when a stranger enters your personal world they change.

Years ago my housekeeper of 18 years sued me. I’d moved my home and extra people were suddenly around. She’d been great, loyal. When outsiders become close and personal, you may not change — but they do. She suddenly called me a racist. I wasn’t that during her 18 years but that was her strategy. My lawyers handled the case. She went away. Years later her people came to me asking for a handout.

If working for someone as busy and possibly demanding as De Niro. So? So what? She liked being there. If long ago she had to scratch any part of him, so what.

SO this patient says: “Doc, I have a constant pulsating feeling in my groin. What do you call it?”

Doctor: “Lucky.”