Who doesn’t enjoy a leisurely browse through a nice thick catalog? I know I do. When I was a kid my favorites were the Sears and JC Penny tomes. These were often thicker than a new York City phone directory, but they had all sorts of fodder for pie-in-the-skying and, oddly, discovery. It’s where I learned what a brassiere was and what is was for, it’s how I found out where manifold gaskets go,

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