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One of the things I was looking forward to when my step-grandfather died was the end to the Christmas gift subscription to Reader's Digest. But like clockwork, mid December I got that dreaded notice, "Congratulations! JT has sent you a gift of Reader's Digest for Christmas!" He must have saved money by paying for several years at once.

Lest you think I'm horrid, he was not a kind man.

So, from the grave I have his monthly reminder of the glories of war, reminders to ask my doctor about Plavix and Chantix, and a good ole slice of traditional American family values.

But I feel too guilty just immediately tossing it in the recycle bin. Kind of like those Pottery Barn catalogues. Not sure how I ended up on that mailing list, and I can't get off, but the guilt over just tossing it out is too much to bear. Perhaps I should ask my doctor about Paxil.

Interactive blog time:

Infer from the following exerpts what the article was about: (no cheating - put your Reader's Digest DOWN)

"Over the past year, however, the Hookers have begun to recruit help for their cause. They've scored some surprising victories. And the family's days have begun taking on a very different rhythm."

"The Hookers are lobbying legislators to amend the rules; they're also supporting efforts to improve training for homegrown intervenors."