Leaning against the brick front of our fireplace is an old sled, festooned with Mickey Mouses name and his well-preserved image.
How the sled came to be mine is a Christmas tale that has likely grown in proportion over the years.
When I was born July 29, 1943 at old St. Johns Hospital east of Iola, Dad was at an Army post in Louisiana, preparing to ship out for North Africa to fight Germanys Afrika Korps, led by Field Marshal Erwin Rommel.
