A vignette of my time living in the flea market. I was 13 and needed guidance. Dad wasn't there to give it.

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Super Bowl Commercials and My Spiritual Tipping Point

Vocational Surfing: Will Someone Puhleeze Ride that Wave?

Pepperidge Farms and Fame-lust

Oscar Night: A Call for the Good and the Popular

The Root of Criticism

Consumer Objectivity Down the Literal Drain

I Approve this Message

Bullying in Advertising

I was 14 and living in government housing with Mom and three sisters. Dad lived states away in self-pity. Collecting and organizing my baseball cards, most of them worth only pennies, provided some sense of control.

Baseball Cards

Sam Van Eman