We had been looking for a new Christmas tree on and off since moving to
the new house because our old tree was 10' high, and because we have no
cathedral ceilings in this house, we can't set that one up. Which is
really unfortunate, because it is one of those super-realistic ones with
branches molded from actual fir tips. Super good looking tree - hate to not use it, but unless we put in cathedral ceilings (which I have actually thought about), it just won't fit the space. So a few weeks ago, my
wife (who, recall from the
Paul McCobb Intimate Biography story is awesome) came home from work and declared that one of the people that she worked with had a bunch of stuff from the 1960s in their basement and that they may have a christmas tree. My interest was piqued. So I waited for her to talk to her work friend. And waited. And reminded her... and waited. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she came home with the box pictured to the right. Evergleam!
