The arrival of the Sears Wish Book each year was a major deal for our family. Living out on a rural farm, this was our strongest connection to physical goods of the world.
I poured over this 1981 edition for days on end—maybe months—carefully making a birthday and Christmas list.
I was 10 years old, trying my best to include selections both reasonable and outlandish.
I’m sad to hear that Sears is filing for bankruptcy. I’m angry that it’s another result of private equity saddling a company with debt and stripping it of value—lining the pockets of hedge-fund operators.
Alas, I’ll set those feelings aside and remember the joy of wishful thinking, carefully turning each page.