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It was almost 35 years ago, but I can still see his face, staring into mine, pleading with me. I was seventeen years old working at a Sears store in Los Angeles. It was December and I had a temporary job selling Christmas trees in the garden department. My big excitement was unloading the trees from the truck. The trees were from Oregon and snow was still packed in their branches. It was the only time I saw snow in Los Angeles, and that was exciting to a boy who had grown up in the Midwest and who thought that Christmas wasn't real without snow.