All this talk of shopping, of black this and gray that, of small-business-something and cyber-something-else, and all of the idealized advertising images that accompany such mayhem have reminded me of one of my Christmases past, probably my first “adult” Christmas when I jumped into the buying rituals with both feet and then had to ask…
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When I was about 5 years old, my favorite book was Captain Kitty. And by favorite, I mean I had my mother read it to me so many times that 35 years later I was still able to recite the first several pages even though my copy of the book was long gone, probably in…
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I still have the comb Mrs. Muus gave me for Christmas when I was 12 years old. That was 35 years ago. I know that makes me sound like a hoarder, which I’m not. Very few things have followed me from childhood to the point I’m at in life now: a couple of toys that…
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