An old post cover stands bent in my nana's clay Red Wing crock pot. Bent covers, stress on the spine wears thin spider lines, white, on to the cover. A worn sticker, yellow, once displayed a barcode and her address, reveals the path it took from the press.

Rockwell drew the America I watch in a Christmas Story. An America owned by paperboys, record players, llifebuoy soap, and my wife-to-be Donna Reed.