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Mele Kalikimaka: The Christmas Classic That Began With a Honolulu Office Question
A Christmas song can smell like plumeria if you let it. This one began not with sleigh bells or snow, but with a practical question in a Honolulu office.
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Before Sturgis became a roar you could feel in your ribs, it began at a size you could almost count on your fingers: nine racers, a small crowd, and a Black Hills town leaning in to see what would…
Honolulu, HI
A Christmas song can smell like plumeria if you let it. This one began not with sleigh bells or snow, but with a practical question in a Honolulu office.
Eielson Air Force Base, AK
Before Bob Ross tapped a brush against a canvas and whispered about “happy little trees,” he was in Alaska, where snow could swallow sound and the mountains looked big enough to make a person lower…
Monroeville, AL
At Christmas, the gift that helped change American literature wasn’t wrapped like treasure. It was an envelope, small enough to hold in one hand, and large enough to give a tired writer back her…
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Yigo, GU
Out over the blue Pacific, Christmas sometimes arrives with a parachute and a thump, dropped from the back of a C-130 toward islands with no loading dock and no big-box store in sight.
Muskegon, MI
The first Snurfer was not born in a factory or a stadium. It began with the scrape of skis, the squeak of a rope, and the kind of snowy Michigan yard where a child can turn a small hill into a whole…
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Bentonville, AR
A grass skirt on Wall Street is not what people expected from a famously frugal Arkansas businessman. Add a lei, a public hula, and a promise kept, and the financial district had itself a very…
Bynum, MT
The bones were the opposite of showy: small enough to miss, easy to overlook, the kind of fossils that could sit quietly in a box while bigger dinosaur dreams stomped past.
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The trumpet bell was supposed to point straight ahead, neat and obedient, but after one Manhattan party it looked as if it had spotted something interesting on the ceiling.
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