“May There Be More of Us”

On each and every Thanksgiving, my Father—a simple man, cowboy and alfalfa seed farmer originally from the Montana badlands—upheld his patriarchal honor to begin our feast with a humble short-and-sweet toast. From the time I remember him playing peek-a-boo with me, until the time he played peek-a-boo with his youngest grandchild (my daughter) until his passing 19 years ago, he would proclaim the same, simple wish for all: “May there be more of us next year.”

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Have You Cleaned Out Your Teenager’s Gym Bag Lately?

Performance clothing has changed over the past 10 years: silkier, stretchier, more mesh, even less stinky in some cases. So how did that change happen? How did this performance craze evolve?

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