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Sunday, December 28, 2025

Leafy suburban paradise


     Whew, the heavy lifting is over. Hanukah and Christmas, with all the latke making and tree trimming, forced feasting and gifts, given and received. With only the hoop of New Year's Eve to jump through — don't drink and drive and the rest will work itself out. 
      I wrote recently about how hard it is to give gifts. "Part mind-reading, part scavenger hunt, part potlatch," that last word being an Inuit celebration where you burn or give away your possessions as a sign of status. 
     But getting gifts is also problematic. You have to feign enthusiasm, usually. A sour face and "Shit, what am I supposed to do with that?" just won't serve. Then put the new prize somewhere — directly in the garbage is rude, though I have been tempted. 
     I'm particularly difficult to buy for, because I truly want nothing, and more and more view possessions as burdens that I would gladly dispose of if only I could. 
     So kudos to my younger daughter-in-law, the doctoral student, who managed the neat trick of giving me a present I actually was glad to receive, the above t-shirt for Hanukah. I have a lifetime's worth of graphic t-shirts and would never consider buying another. But this one is special — can you see why? "LEAFY SUBURBAN PARADISE," my longtime trope, like Homer's "wine dark sea," used to describe my hometown. She heard it, or read it, and took the time and expense to create this piece of custom apparel. 
     That really is the key to present-giving —not cost, not even aptness, so much as pre-meditation. We want our loved ones to think of us, and she certainly has. 
     You know, I thought I really grabbed the brass ring of life with my magnificent wife and two sturdy, smart sons. But the arrival of two caring and resourceful, kind and funny daughters-in-law, well, I'm a rich man indeed, particularly when you factor in the grandbabe. It's good that discretion forbids me from writing about her because otherwise I'd rarely write about anything else.
    Anyway, forgive my bragging a bit. If Northbrook wants to commercialize the shirt, I hope they will reach out and we can discuss licensing fees.   

14 comments:

  1. My family is all gone so I had no expectation of gifts. But I had a Secret Santa who left something on my front porch every day for two weeks. Mostly little insignificant things that were thoughtful, and a couple that were very nice, like the bottle of Prosecco. Another friend hand stitched a lovely book mark with my name and references to my long life. Riches indeed.

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  2. That is a nice gift, Mr. S.

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  3. I thought I knew love and joy - then I received the gift of grand daughters, now 4 and 2. Hanging out with them is the most fun I've ever had in my life. Who would have guessed? You factor in the grand babe correctly.

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  4. A happy family is but an earlier heaven, so said George Bernard Shaw. I'm not religious, but I can relate. You want nothing because you have everything. All in the leafy suburban paradise of Shermerville.

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  5. One feature I love about my family is that long ago we chose to do Secret Santas so each person only gives/gets for one person. And when you put your name in the hat you have to list 3 items/experiences/or store gift cards you'd appreciate. May seem impersonal, but makes it easy and everyone's happy. I have friends who are expected to buy & ship gifts for a ridiculous number of extended family members who attend their gatherings, which ends up being a lot of cheap, wasteful crap.

    Tip - typo in 2nd paragraph: "potlatch . . . an INTUIT celebration" I suspect is supposed to be INUIT.

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  6. Oh, what a great gift! I hear you about not wanting stuff. We spend our 20s and 30s amassing stuff, then spend our 40s and 50s getting rid of the stuff we amassed. I don't buy for many people anymore, but we're all on the same page: either practical stuff or consumables / experiences. My mom wanted new black leather gloves. Done. And she had mentioned that she needed a new makeup case (which holds very little in the way of makeup anymore), so I bought a leather pouch with an absurdly sturdy zipper on it. It smells great! She clocked the theme: "It's a leather Christmas!" Right on, lady! I gave my brother a Visa gift card to pay for a month of Disney+ because I think he'll love the Taylor Swift docuseries about the tour. And some dark chocolate. And tickets to see Earth Wind & Fire again because when we saw them last year, a short guy behind us was griping when we stood. Dude, then don't buy tickets on the main floor!

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  7. A warm and wonderful column today.Thanks for sharing your family with us. I’ll lift my glass to you on New Years Eve and look forward to a ‘26 full of thoughtful , uplifting columns to help us ignore the Trump cloud hanging over us.






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  8. I'm puzzled by the phrase "Intuit celebration." Is it supposed to be an "Inuit celebration"? If not, what does the phrase mean?

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    1. Not a big mystery. I was thinking "Inuit" and typed "Intuit" then didn't notice the error in re-readings. Fixed now. Thanks.

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    2. That's what I suspected! You're welcome!

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  9. This year my son who is well known for unique gifts gave me something I never knew existed. I am older than Neil by a significant amount and have a lot of stuff already. He found out that the Chicago Tribune would locate, print, bind, and personally dedicate a case bound book with the Tribune front page that published on your birthday from your birth year to the current year. So nicely done and unique. He said it seemed appropriate for 75 years.

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  10. Already have quite a few Cleveland-themed shirts. A lot of Hanukkahs and Christmases under the bridge. This year, my wife gave me something even cooler. A "military green" T-shirt with an orange kitty on it...the Catbus, which is a fictional character in the much-loved 1988 Japanese animated film called "My Neighbor Totoro."

    The Catbus is an image of a large, grinning, twelve-legged orange cat with a large bushy tail and a hollow body that serves as a bus, with windows and seats covered in fur. Now I have a cool kitty-themed shirt to flaunt at feline fundraising events, ballgames, art fairs, street fairs, and other summer adventures.

    When I unwrapped it, I was totally blown away. Such a lucky man I am.

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  11. That's a cool shirt! I need to think of something like that for Little Village. 😁

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