Home for the holidays -- Bailey style
In my youth, many a cold December afternoon was spent, but definitely not wasted, lazily dreaming. I would stare out the window into the glistening white, Midwestern winter, letting my imagination soar freely. Unlike the other little boys who were salivating over a new baseball bat or "robots in disguise" (it was the 80s, we all made mistakes), I was leafing through the pages of an old copy of Town and Country, praying for an Hermes goatskin card holder or personalized bocce ball set. As my gaze slid across the slick, shiny pages of "Christmas in the Hamptons," I came to the realization...
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