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About That Doggy Bag

Chicago, Illinois

 

When I was a kid, to my great embarrassment, my dad used to save his brown paper lunch bag. He would bring it home from work each night, and reuse it the next day, and the day after that, and every day after until that brown paper bag disintegrated.

My dad wasn’t a hippie by any stretch of the imagination—more like a conservative vascular surgeon who got an MBA in his...