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Ah, the Yellow Pages. A term that brings up memories of the plastic wrapped goodness that graced our front porches every year. As a yout I remember coming home and seeing the unwrapped yellow book on the counter. My mom would leave it for me to open knowing I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. The difficulty in breaking through the iron like wrapping was entertainment enough. After an hour or so (And finally resorting to scissors) I would have it fully removed from its plastic cocoon. We received two books every year. One for the larger part of Massachusetts we lived in and a smaller refined regional version for the Metro West area which covered Concord, Acton, Carlisle, Sudbury, Boxboro, Bedford, Lexington and a few others. It was enjoyable to learn about the different zip codes in the area and dive through different phone exchanges as well as the other basic local information it provided (I was a geek). In reality though it wasn’t really local. When I looked up a sporting goods store I would find a tawdry list in small type that was barely readable (My mom actually went out and bought a pair of magnifying glasses… Read the rest