It’s easy to get overwhelmed by nostalgia this time of year, and I’m certainly not immune to the occasional bit of wistful recollection … despite my typically snarky cynicism … as December begins and we roll full steam into the holiday season. For the last few years, this sense of sentimentality has been compounded by the passing of my grandpa Pruden since his birthday falls on December 7. Still, if there’s one thing I’ve always known about Pru (as his friends affectionately called him), it’s that he was the kind of guy who liked to...