Marie and I were watching the news about the hoards that were waiting to buy the new Sony game player. We were also dismayed at the violence that has occurred. I said I would never wait in line for a product for myself. Then I asked Marie if she remembered the Christmas Eve when I stood on a loading dock, long after my little angel was sleeping, waiting for a truck to arrive. I held in my hand a numbered slip that guaranteed that a Tippy Tumble would be mine. I must confess that my memory was of the bitter cold and the hour. Marie remembered the name of the toy. Looking back on that night, I now wonder if the truck driver had a family waiting for him to arrive home for Christmas.
I wonder if any Tippy Tumbles still survive.