The boy who wanted a bicycle for Christmas

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My father grew up poor in our North Alabama hometown, Florence. And I grew up listening to his stories.

“One year Roger’s Department Store downtown had a policeman’s suit, child sized, on a mannequin. I wanted it worse than anything,” Dad told me. “Then, on Christmas morning…of course it wasn’t there.”

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