For some reason Mrs. Churm and I decided, back then, to fly to New York and buy our engagement ring at Tiffany’s. I can’t really recall why we did this. We knew it would mean a diamond the size of a grain of salt for the same price as a softball-sized rock from the Sears jewelry counter. (Sears’ ad copy reads, “This…stunning round [sic] diamond ring is authentic. The ring has 13 peerless stones set in 10k yellow-gold. Handsome to the touch.…”) But we’re not big-rock people anyway.
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