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^ -- Thing I will not be purchasing.  Thanks to yesterday's post about my Mustang-fueled trip to Mississippi, I now have a subtle ad across the top of my gmail account for "certified pre-owned Fords." It's happening again . My frustration with being sold things is rising. Today, I had to walk into the Apple Store to get a new computer. The argument started in my head on the way to the mall. "I don't need an iPhone," I imagined myself telling a salesperson. "I sit in front of a computer 95 percent of the time that I'm not exercising or driving my car." Then I get on a roll. "If it's not personal laptop, it's my Mac at work. So, explain to me what I could possibly need a smart phone for? It's harder to text and drive at the same time, not that I do or would do that. They break easier, cost more and emit more radiation (which, let's face it, can NOT be good)." The iPhone. Everybody else seems to have them so they must...

Pre-text: People ask me often what it was like to live in Utah for six and a half years. I'll get to that today, and I predict I'll do it without offending anybody. No, I am not interested in buying whatever you are selling. Not only do I dislike stuff — an all-encompassing term for vacuums, widgets and lawnmowers — I dislike the people selling stuff. You probably have your own stories about people and their stuff. My favorite might be the guy who tried for 10 minutes to get me to subscribe to a newspaper. Not the newspaper I worked for. The rival to my newspaper. I had to hang up on the guy while he was still talking because he wasn't taking no for an answer. So, I'll say it: Never buy the Manchester Union Leader. No, it wasn't a Dyson. But the guy kept talking about sucking power. Tee hee. Then there was the vacuum salesman. I was out for a run and came home to a 20-year-old vacuum salesman trying to sell my wife on a $2,000 vacuum cleaner. Nevermind that we mostl...