It’s time to buy a new fridge, and the search seems endless

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Way back in the year 2000, none of us had iPhones, Britney Spears was burning up the pop charts with Oops!… I Did It Again and I bought my current, reliable, although now failing, refrigerator.

By “failing” I refer to episodic wild variations in temperature, one of which resulted in the catastrophic spoiling of my family’s ultracritical emergency supply of frozen breaded haddock fillets. As an aesthetic concern, and to my mind, not really a concern at all, the interior is by now a patchwork of duct tape. The long broken original egg tray has been refashioned with scraps of plywood I found under a tarpaulin at the back of my garage.

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