Posted by
Shorebread | Tuesday, November 26, 2013

It all started on an afternoon in early November about six years ago. My son, who was about 16, and I – for whatever reason – found ourselves shopping in a department store. I won’t say the name or location of the store, but it rhymes with Fargit and it’s on this side of the Bay Bridge. We had no idea walking into this store that it would prove …
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