When I was but a lad, still in my single-digits, one Christmas I thought I’d practice my still-burgeoning sarcasm on my newly-singled mother. So, after opening my generous presents, I asked her (tongue-in-cheek) “Is that all?” At 80 years old, I still remember that crest-fallen, disappointed look on my mother’s face. To this day, I cannot tell that story without choking up.
It’s where a certain ex-president shops.