With apologies to Charles Dickens By Ted Potrikus I welcomed Christmas Past into our family room a few nights ago by playing Bing Crosby 78s from my parents’ record collection. Knowing these belonged to my Mom and Dad brings me great joy, and as the perfectly scratchy discs played, it was nice to be sitting again in the village where they lived and played those same records dozens of years ago. Of course I thought of them as I often…