Being in L.A. during the holidays can be hard, especially if you’re not from here. But, every now and then, something happens that reminds me of Christmas back home, in St. Petersburg, Florida.
Last night I was out shopping, and one simple aisle display made me feel like a kid again. A kid who had little money to buy gifts, but managed to scrape by just enough to get his grandfather’s favorite cologne.
Thank you, Burbank Sears.
Merry Christmas, Pops.