My youngest son’s “Santa letter” is under constant revision as Christmas draws near, and I seem to be spending most of my free time circling the crowded parking lots of shopping malls, waiting for a space to open up. I find myself asking the same question again and again: What recession? You see them everywhere, the teeming masses. Perhaps they’re just looking, not buying, but they’re in all the stores — or at least they’re wherever I’m ...
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