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 going, and they don’t save me a parking space.