Christmas

Twelve Days of Christmas, Part II: An arcade, quarters and an important lesson

Malls and the 1980s went hand-in-hand. Especially during the holidays. For years, Mom and Dad made enough money at various malls to get us through the offseason on the craft show circuit. Unfortunately for my brother and I, that meant spending little time with our parents from Thanksgiving to Christmas. One year, we stayed with […]

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Twelve days of Christmas, Part I: The year Grandma stayed with us

I don’t know much about my Dad’s mother. I only remember visiting her a few times, and many of the stories aren’t heart-warming.  When I interviewed my old man in the months leading up to his death, I did ask him about Grandma. He said she was always a little odd and did not have

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How to treat a lady: A ring without the strings

I’m not quite Clark Griswold. I’m not going to staple 100,000 Christmas lights to our roof, nor do I plan to (or have the income for) putting a pool in the backyard. But, damn, do I love Christmas. Christmas fever is something I inherited from the old man. We didn’t have much money growing up.

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