I think I told this story here before, but I'm an old geezer now, and I don't think anyone will go through my 4,000+ posts to check.

I think it was Christmas 1986 and I really only wanted the Tomahawk and nothing else.

We got through the clothes and some small packages and I didn't see anything under the tree of that box size. Oh well, it was still a good Christmas.


And then there was one more gift.

It was small, about the size of a Hot Wheels carded car. I opened it and it was a little police helicopter with a blue plastic blade.

It seemed like a cruel hoax to pull on me. "Well, we knew you said you wanted a helicopter..." Mom said. "Thanks..." I replied quietly, trying to bite my tongue.

But on the back of the card there was a little yellow sticky note.

It said: "Go check in the front coat closet."

And there it was!! The Tomahawk!!

That was a great moment.