As between traveling to the land of the “Mouse Mafia” (Disneyworld) or spending an afternoon in the empire of Richard “Little Bear” Wheeler, my children would pick the home of my dear friend every day of the week. Thanks to the efforts of his wife Marilyn, Little Bear’s home is a beautifully-maintained, hopsitality-rich homage to the history of faith and freedom. Every nook and cranny of the domicile is brimming with patriotic paraphenalia, animal skins, military surplus, and books, books, books. This Saturday, my family and I spent one of the more precious afternoons we can remember enjoying the company of “the bear” and his family. The children swam, as Little Bear and I ate venison burgers and plotted the takeover of the world.