The last Saturday before Christmas was busy. By the time I got home it was dark. My wife was already in bed watching something on her tablet. I'd tell you what, but I've forgotten. That's nothing unusual. I can forget any number between one and ten just by counting scoops of coffee into my coffee maker. My wife, on the other hand, says I don't listen to her, or some such nonsense. My two daughters were getting ready to go out and my granddaughter was by herself watching Home Alone in the living room. On the TV screen, a young girl was busy miscounting the children. Personally, I’ve never cared for Home Alone . With the exception of John Candy, there’s not one likable person in it. Sure, little Kevin is cute, but do you really like him? In a reflective moment inside a church, even he admits he’s a bit of a turd. I wanted to get on...
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