A few evenings ago, Mr. Irene and I rode through our neighborhood. We noticed that our home was one of the few that had no outdoor Christmas decorations on display.
"People will think we're heathens," I said.
Mr. Irene replied, "It's what's inside that matters."
Suburban Chicago, December 1961. Here's the view from the driveway of my childhood home at about this same time of year.
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