Beth’s Bits

One Christmas down, two to go. When I was growing up, we would have at least 10 days off for Christmas. If you read my column regularly, you know my parents were teachers. They had the same schedule I did. We would go to my grandparents, about 3 hours away across Nebraska and see one side. Then a few days later, travel about 3 hours in the opposite direction to see the other side. We never left…