For the pleasure that you bring when you make that doorbell ring, no trip could be too far

My Mrs. and the little elf are getting together all of the presents for the good little boys and girls in Louisiana, except the youngest. He's getting coal. And not even charcoal from which he could benefit by using it to barbecue. No. Coal. Train fuel. The pearl of West Virginia.

Meanwhile, I am getting the sleigh greased up and dressed down in order to haul all this merriment down there tonight. The first nearly-a-week-off all year - minus the stories I am writing Friday down in Alex.