As I wrote last column, welcoming a baby grandson into the world was truly a gift. That was the First Day of Christmas. On the Second Day of Christmas, I went looking for a gift for my sister. I searched and then I found a photograph, taken of the two of us about 1972. So, I went to a local photo place and the guy said he could duplicate it, but that he didn’t normally adjust for contrast and brightness.
“But in the spirit of the season,” young Michael said, “I’ll see what I can do.”
Thoughtful, I’d say. Unexpected gifts are the best.