Let a Little Spam Into Your Life or At Least Lighten Up About It
I’ll confess, I’ve become a spam Nazi. In the glory days of the U.S. Postal Service, I could easily triage my mail, tossing what I didn’t want into the recycle bin. There was a certain amount of joy in sorting my mail, especially around Christmas when companies I’d never heard of sent me thick full-color catalogs full of goods I’d never buy. Perhaps it reminded me of my childhood days when my twin brother Vince and I would pore over the Sears “Wish Book” in those endless weeks before Christmas – wishing, hoping and praying for Santa to know what we’d marked and deliver it (all). Santa, if you’re reading this, I’m still waiting for that volleyball. #santa #wishlist
