His name was Mickey Ken.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Once upon a time, there was a boy born in small-town Indiana. Although he was not an only child, he might as well have been, for his 2 siblings were nearly 20 years older than he. He grew up a preacher's kid, spending as much time in the church as he did his own home. And yet, he was your stereo-typical boy in every way. Hunting, trapping, playing baseball, flirting with girls, admiring cars he could never afford, working in hay fields and as a janitor in his high school, and getting into trouble were a few of his favorite pass-times.