First and foremost, please forgive me for a dearth of new blog posts. Between letters to extended family and VIPs, carpal tunnel issues, trips outside of Iowa, and various holidays, there hasn’t been many opportunities for me to write about stuff. But now that we are approaching the end of 2022 (and not a moment too soon), it would be as good of a time as any to discuss my usual Winter Holiday topic. This time, however, it’s in regards to an element of my life – namely my childhood – that has a connection to the Winter Holidays, and why it may be more important than most people might realize. \-\-\ Earlier this year, I put together a three-part blog post series detailing my opinions on the anarchistic amusement park of yesteryear known as Action Park. It was a nice break from the typically political histrionics I engage in, though it continued my usual take that we shouldn’t be too nostalgic about people/places/things from the past and their faults, something that Action Park pro...