Joel's Letter to Santa
Traditionally the most effective way to petition Santa regarding one's Christmas and/or Channukah wishes was to accompany one's mother to Jordan Marsh, Filene's, or Kennedy's, make one's way to the Enchanted Village or North Pole or Toyland, get in an impossibly long line, and eventually hop onto Santa's lap and tell the ol' coot which Revell model one was hoping to snag. Using this method, your lame blogger was able to score the U.S.S. Missouri and a Bradley Tank in successive years. Not a bad haul. And to be clear it wasn't Santa's fault that I shmeared model glue all over the tank's turret rendering it completely immobile, thereby leaving the unfortunate crew at the mercy of some nasty Panzer Division. Oh well. C'est la guerre. But that was then and this is now. I don't need WWII models, or Miles Davis albums, or blue button down Oxford shirts from Filene's; however, Dear Santa, with all due respect I REALLY need any or all of ...