We cut our Christmas tree today.  Denise, my bride of 41 years, and I made our annual pilgrimage to the Springfields’ Christmas Tree farm. Even when we lived in Atlanta, we always made the trip back to Springfield’s to cut our tree. I always let our two children ride in the back of my old red Chevy, Fred. That was the only time they were allowed to ride on the tailgate and dangle their feet as I drove.  Now, I’m not saying that I actually tried to throw them off, but at least once someone did in fact fall from the tailgate. When I was a kid, it was a rite of passage. Today it may be consider...

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