“Does this bring you joy?” my wife, Megan, asks. She’s holding up a dusty glass beer mug filled with a mélange of rocks, shells, and pocket change, a strand of green Mardi Gras beads draped over the embossed image of the wrestler André the Giant, his chest bare, arms akimbo. She half waits for an answer, but she knows without a doubt what’s coming. From anyone else, the query would be something…
2026-03-10
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