361 Days of Christmas

Deep in the huge stockroom of Bronner’s Christmas Wonderland, a holiday supercenter about 80 miles north of Detroit, a man named Jason was assembling a 17-foot Santa. Each body part, painted bright red and black, hung from a hook in the ceiling like a cow carcass in a meat locker. Wayne Bronner, 67, the chief…

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My Brother, the Traveler

“You’ve been a traveler,” my brother James said, confident that I understood why he was riding the rails that summer. Mist from the fountain beside Trinity Church blew on our faces. Like two weathervanes, we both turned to face into it. He was in Boston for the night and planned to hop another train just…

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