It is the thought that counts

It’s the thought that counts. I’ve long been an advocate of giving gifts. Not so good at getting them though. I am at a point in my life where minimalism should take over. I think everyone should reach that stage of life where it’s more about clearing out and cleaning up than getting more. Check your closets. Check your drawers. Where are you going to put it all? My grandfather was a pack rat. Part of his depression era mentality growing up with almost never enough. His philosophy was to keep it all, just in case you might need it. And when he died, my uncle, aunt and father rented a long dumpster and threw it all away. A lifetime of news clippings and records and notes and almost eighty years of history tossed in a trash can and hauled off to a landfill. One of the things they ran across that I thought was neat? A clipping of me in my teenage modeling debut. I worked after school at a department store dow