Large wooden blocks - for stacking, throwing, and later assembling a fort, etc.

No colors or letters on them.
The Vermont Country Store (catalogue) has a nice selection of Fisher-Price toys, though pricey, but, if it's what you want and no one else has them, sometimes you have to pay the long price. Of course, there's always Ebay and thrift shops.
They showed about 8 or 10 Fisher-Price toys, including the milk bottles and the Clock, likely also the xylophone.

I might add - a visit to a grocery store also has a social aspect

for me as well, even though that is not the main purpose of my going to the grocery store.
But I do run into friends and acquaintances whom I may not have seen in a while, even years.
And for that reason, I don't mind grocery shopping at all.

The social aspect is a side benefit.

I attend Mass regularly anyway, for a sense of satisfying the spiritual side of my life, to be reminded once a week of the words and example set by Jesus of Nazareth, to hear the exhortation of the homilist to live a a meaningful life.
A coffee house means nothing to me. I wouldn't know a soul there. Not at all interested in pricey cups of coffee.

The question would be - did he just accept the first right-wing explanation he read, or

did he go to the core of the situation for a more complete answer. - I'm thinking the former.

As to why he converted- I don't really know; however, it's not at all unusual for persons in a mixed-religion marriage to convert one way or another for unity of religion for their children. Also, the change from Anglicanism to Catholicism is minimal, comparatively.

As an aside, Jeb Bush is a convert to Roman Catholicism

as of 1995. He was previously an Anglican.

Yes, I understand.

I was referring to fizzgig, directly above my response, who apparently hasn't met her neighbors as yet.

Good idea to introduce yourself to neighbors.

You never know when you may need to call on them for something small - borrow an egg_ or something large - acute illness or problem needing anyone's assistance.
No man is an island.

Good neighbors are a blessing.

My next door neighbor shovels my sidewalk when it first snows. He (or his family) often take make garbage cart to the curb the night before pickup, when getting it all the way down the hilly driveway is more than I can manage.

Sadly, I seldom see the neighbors on the other side, because my exit through my garage is on the side of my neighbor first mentioned above. But they are good neighbors re no problems and home neat and tidy.

Ah, yes, I remember it well. nt

How wonderful! A true coming home for you.

I do believe your fellow parishioners missed you all this time.
You indeed have much to be grateful for this Thanksgiving Day.
Now, if only the ride to and fro could be worked out more routinely.

My day was lovely in a more mundane way - stayed home and read DU too much (again) then hosted my four adult children at a restaurant where we had table service (as opposed to buffet, which I hate on holidays because people are always jumping up and down and conversations are continuously interrupted so that dinner is not relaxed.) I had filet mignon and only ate half, so will have a good second round tomorrow. I did have a mini pecan pie for dessert, though.