When I was a child, there was that wondrous moment when the Sears Christmas catalog arrived in the mail. It was a book of opportunity and hope as its treasures occupied children’s minds with possibilities. My sister would approach it like a military exercise where every page was folded and labeled with items she liked circled. She would also include a carefully handwritten itemized list of the toy’s name, page, location and price. My approach to the catalog was different.
