Growing up in Louisville, I went to an Easter Egg hunt here for several years. Every year, they hid the Golden Egg somewhere in the front yard. The prize was always something great- a bike with a radio on the handlebars one year. Like I’d ever seen that before. So one year- 1966- I found the Golden Egg. I remember walking up to the very bush marked in red below. Initially, I thought it was a bird. My mom said, “That’s the Golden Egg!” Score.
There it was, golden nirvana. I took it to the manager, a dude named Mr. Davidson. As 1966 was also the year of the new TV show Batman, I had already made the astute observation that Mr. Davidson closely resembled Cesar Romero. Anyway, I took the Golden Egg to Mr. Davidson, sizzling with excitement. This is my Christmas Story moment, I suppose. I stood there waiting for the big prize. And do you know what it was? A huge coconut cake in the shape of a lamb. Huge. I hated coconut then, and I hate it now. That cake sat in the freezer for months.
Mr. Davidson, wherever you are…I still want that radio.