Tuesday, December 26, 2006


When I was ten, I wanted a Red Ryder for Christmas.

Miss Shields made us write a Christmas theme. I wrote five pages on the glories of the Red Ryder. She gave me a C, said I’d put my eye out.

Santa Claus at Higbee’s Department Store? Same thing.

For weeks, I dropped “subtle” hints around the house. Must’ve driven Schwartz, Flick, and Kissel nuts at school. I was obsessed.

But when Christmas came, I got it!

Of course, within ten minutes, I had put my eye out. But I loved my Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Icepick.

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