Just one last Christmas story
Christmas was always a great time. I remember getting a book, “Bill Stern’s Favorite Football Stories,” from Aunt Mary’s crew. I still have the book today and will occasionally open the dog-eared pages and enjoy an afternoon of great tales.
Another gift I remember came from Uncle Al’s bunch — a year-long subscription to Sports Illustrated. I also remember that as I anxiously awaited the arrival of my first-ever swimsuit issue, Mom beat me to the mailbox and tossed it. She said there would be none of that smut in her house.