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Various religions under one roof for Christmas? It could be done, and it might not even be too difficult to decide which traditions to highlight. At least four of these (varied) peoples around one (shared) tree, as that particular cultural trait should work — just be sensitive in what you hang, as crucifix, on it. The commonalities might surprise you.

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While searching for unity, just don’t put the Christ Child, in a manger, in too prominent a place on the […]

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Price gouging is a gift that keeps on giving, galore, like Gabor, or keeping you from doing the same. Harris had that nagging woe natilly nailed. But just how can this all be? And how is it playing out in the fact that it’s much tougher to load up under the tree, much less buy one to start with? (A last addition to this edition covers CEOs and how greed has made them a literal target. And a re-update)

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The price of a (small) spruce is up to hundreds? Balsam besides. So I pine away. Eva Gabor of Green

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Local Store Wars are back, with another also in Minnesota stalwart, Festival Foods, being built and entering the fray, jumping in on opening day like a baseball game with a completely full lot, to a car, and loads of people in each and every line. Hudson County Market, though still showing hefty numbers of cars in its lot, now finds it needs to readjust its market position. (And a story of how a friendly clerk helped me, but “exposed” in two related ways my coupon trick that makes me tick.)

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Star Wars are nothing compared to the Local Store Wars that have woven their way back into the Hudson Hill

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In less than a couple of months, as temps tussled with-all-the-gusto-of-those-wind-gusts with each other for dominance by the numbers, the rise and fall, we’ve seen on the parking lot scene the transformation from the open-toed-strappy-ish shoes spotlighting painted nails, then coming all the way around to mukluks. With bunny slippers and tennies in-between.

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It has been a while since I’ve delved into the fickle whims of the fashion winds. Seems we’ve quickly gone

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Ugly Xmas sweaters are in the eye (of a Three Wise Men camel needle) and the beholder, and I spied the first one before Thanksgiving. OK, not long before. More like the (night)time needed to unthaw a turkey. This is when the Old Fashioned (top shelf two ways to provide a mix) meets the New Fangled, with the occasional contest for the avowed non-frumpy, and now well before the New Year rings in … and out on the town, we saw bagpipes played on an icy afternoon sidewalk. (And tacked to the end of this post, newer ugly sweater sightings from yesterday.)

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She wasn’t by any means ugly, or frumpy at all, despite her quaint “Old Fashioned” shirt that was really a

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Cyber Monday saw a scant bit of snow, but very much more, some would say record, added holiday shopping. Much like the freezing and addled Black Friday. As an aside, the tale was told by who shoveled what on their walks … Not the businesses you would think. (That night, for bar traffic, was more of a fright than cyber attacks, in a new add to this post.)

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It’s 9 a.m., usual work starting time, on Cyber Monday, and the inch of snow seen on the sidewalk from the

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Black it out and also call it, amongst many other aformentioned names, Blackout Wednesday. OK, maybe not to that dark degree. It started slow, but then got rolling, heading South of Heaven, reversing the usual head-up-the-street progression. Then there was the next day, a holiday … And then a two-day shopping onslaught. (And scores more of silly holiday names, now added to this post.)

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It has been called, also and I was amiss for not calling them out as such in an earlier post, (see

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