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November 30, 2015

Venturing out on Black Friday is akin to Luke Sykwalker scheduling a shopping spree on the Death Star.  Contrary to the Spirit of Christmas, on the day after Thanksgiving the Dark Force seems to extend its seductive tendrils into the far reaches of the galaxy, if not into the corners of the Mall Parking Lot. 

Now I love a hot deal as much as anyone.  Bargain is my middle name.  Well, actually it’s not, but I really like to get things on sale.  So when the green vapors of Black Friday beckon me with once-in-a-life-time dangling carrots it’s hard to pass up.  

This year I succumbed to the lure of Holiday Black Magic and it wasn’t pretty.  The first scathing dose of anti-cheer came in the parking lot.  Since it’s hard to walk far with a shattered toe in an orthopedic boot, I got dropped off in front of the mall.  A man pulled up behind us and honked impatiently.  When we didn’t move straightaway he laid hard on the horn.  We tried to wave him around us but apparently we...

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