Now, please bear in mind, in 1958, my career-army daddy scoured Chattanooga, Tennessee, in a freak snowstorm, to find his beloved three-year-old son a bride doll. Okay, full disclosure. I made up the snowstorm. I have no idea why I felt the need to add a snowstorm to embellish this story when the story is a big deal on its own! A man’s man like my daddy hitting the toy stores looking for a bride doll for his son in 1958! No snowstorm needed.
