2002 Despite Dick’s reluctance, I insisted on a real Christmas tree and went with the Martins to cut one down. It would be the last one we had as I finally -2003- agreed to a faux tree. Now -2020- I could care less if we even put up a tree up much less the whole shebang!
How we & times change.
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