I remember driving home from work in my late teens on Christmas Eve and realized I hadn’t purchased gifts for mom and dad. It was after 6 pm and nary a shop was open except for a Super America Service Station. I spent about 10 minutes looking for something appropriate and found nothing especially for mom. I settled on a case of oil for dad and a shiny new ratchet set for mom. As bad as I felt when the gifts were opened I was entertained by the dramatic renderings of both folks trying to sell me on what thoughtful gifts they were. Don’t worry even with the measure of forgiveness my parents gave me I had 3 brothers to convince me there were worse places than hell and I was about to enter one that night.