My Temper Is Maddening

Commentary by Bill Buchanan

I have a terrible temper. It pains me to admit it, but it's true, as far back as I can remember. When I was 11, I received a James Bond Road Race track for Christmas. The 1965 Sears Christmas catalog was dog-eared and worn from my grubby little fingers thumbing through the pages to marvel at this wonder, and when Santa brought me my heart's desire on Christmas morning, I was ecstatic.  But after it was assembled, James Bond's Aston Martin failed to make more than a couple of laps in a row without stopping. I was

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