My brother and I went on a search for magic Wednesday.

Our dad died last December, and he had sparked the Christmas magic in our lives as children. Christmas was big. The tree and the lights were — well, they were magic.

We’d pile into the Pontiac LeMans and drive around town looking for Christmas lights. Fat Man’s was a must that time of year, and when the Godfather of Soul lived on Walton...

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