The most memorable gift ever, ever - so far

This is a story about a gift my father gave me when I was about 5 years old. This story is as true as any memory summoned from a long-past Christmas.

I’m child No. 4 in a four-child family, and when we were wee our family was the type that put Christmas presents under a Christmas tree. We lived in northwest Spokane in a house atop a steep hill where the distant field lights of Joe Albi Stadium could be seen from our living room window. When the stadium lights illuminated the night, the scene was mesmerizing, a word I didn’t know at the time.

Gifts started appearing a week or so before...