Every year I cringe when I read about the crowds on “Black Friday,” the biggest shopping day of the year. Even more terrible is reading about the various deaths and injuries that have occurred over the years in crowds gathered to “bargain hunt” during the start of the Christmas shopping season. A television that you don’t pay much money for isn’t a bargain if it carries a risk of being trampled to death.
Then again, my perspective could be skewed by the fact that when I got up this morning, I put on a pair of pants that used to belong to my friend Eve. As I buttoned them up, I wondered how she was doing, and if she was still enjoying the aerial trapeze classes that she had been so excited about the last time I saw her.