I don’t know about you, but 2008 was a rough year. Seemed like every time I picked up the newspaper there was more bad news and I know every time I picked up my retirement account statements there was. But, thank goodness, we’re putting this one to bed right quick.
Before I ring it in, I thought I would phone it in. Er, um, I mean, send this important note about River City Books’ New Year’s hours. They’ll be there till 6 p.m. tonight (closing two hours early; can hardly blame them) and will be shut down all of the first day of 2009. Note, though, that at 10 a.m. on Friday the big sale resumes!
I hope you have a happy and safe celebration.
A signed hardcover copy of a book written by a Minnesota author who has a 
So you’re down to the wire and you have no idea what to give the hardest person in the world to shop for. But you just know it can’t be another gift card because you’ve given this person a gift card every year for umpteen years. Here’s one area where you can almost certainly not go wrong: food. Glorious food. Hey, we all gotta eat, right? Most of us even have to (or want to?) make it for ourselves. Especially these days, people are getting back to basics, making meals at home, eating in comfortable settings with those they know and love. So here’s the pretty good idea: Pick up a great book from 

Sometimes I need a gift to wow someone. I mean, really blow them away with my creativity and maybe even show them that my wallet does, in fact, open up. But quite often, especially in these economic times, I want to give a small gift that shows I am thinking of you but not going overboard to the point where the person thinks “gee, I didn’t know we were such good friends.”
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