This Memoir is 100% true, regardless that you'll doubt it often. It covers some highlights from Bucky's birth to age 23. If you'd rather not labor for 100 pages into a developing plot before getting to the meat, but would prefer jumping from quick ride to quick ride, and not knowing in the slightest what's coming up next in these more than 100 episodes, you'll be happy. If you like experiencing all the emotions we mortals are imbued with, you'll be happier still. However, you'll be happiest if you're lucky enough to be on the throne when you hit the Hystericals. But, you'll be a little concerned when you finish the book that you hadn't paid a bit more for it. But, that's ok, not to worry. The best of good luck and good health. Thank you. Now, if you insist on needing more selling before you invest a few candy bar's worth of dough to get into this mind bender, please understand that it's difficult to synopsize over a hundred separate and distinct episodes of happenings. That would be an eclectic nightmare. Suffice it to say that there are joys, smashed fingers, squirming Padres, exhilarations, torments, gisczhelskis, successes, Bronko Nagurski Nuns, failures, a dinky pee pee, rocks in beans, prayers, boxing, oil burning, a severed thumb, stolen church money, lime burns, loose and happy girls, a fake hornet sting, an altar fire, a ham bone rebush job, a terrifying speech, nocturnal permissions, a bloody skull, concrete pours, St. Thomas Aquinas, boiler makers, a dumped bulldozer, damnation, Quasi Moto, a golden heart, exhaust fireworks, a chicken farm, a pioneering strokurbator, book wallops, cop chases, Pom Pom Polaway, birthing excretion confusions, the Colonel Bogey March, near deaths, Impure Thoughts, bombs, infinity, a German Goiter, slit wrists, a monster disgorged salad, Epilepsy, a Lion's Club gumball machine, dirty arms & hands, drum electric blankets, Beater impellers, meteorology, slim-jim peniles, river dyeing, police gun shots, wrestling pins, Abe Lincoln, peeing contests, the Abdominally six-packed Abominable Snowman, hog slaughtering, rockets, ear twisting, wet-crotch cheerleading, a paper boy reverse Santa Claus bag, Retreats, weightlifting, Brother's Shakespeare, crashing logs, Toby's hinder, and things like that, on and on. So, you COULD, but only if you really want to, temporarily forgo those few candy bars, which are mostly fat & sugar anyway, and smoke some calories screaming thru this kaleidoscopic journey for some wholesome exercise. Thanks again!
About the Author: First of all, the cover picture is of Bucky in later years when he was tinkering with bicycle accessory inventions. After the time period covered in this book, he wound up married three times ( consecutively ), had four kids, and now with grandkids ready to start reproducing. He got his Master's Degree in Education, majoring in Guidance & Counseling ( 3.8 GPA ), secured State of Florida General Contractor and Commercial Roofing Contractor licenses, rehabbed 100 homes for Hud & Va, and in 1978 won first place in South Florida's metallic silhouette pistol shooting competition. He built two duplexes and wound up with twenty residential rental units. Then, his commercial roofing business failed, he lost all his real estate, with second wife divorcing him ( whom he had three kids with ), and did a Walden Pond by living in the woods of northern Wisconsin in a four by eight Polish Igloo made out of board-stock roofing insulation. Then, he went back to South Florida, sold commercial roofing, amassed over 50 trophies in Triathlon racing, including racing with Lance Armstrong for the 1989 National Short Course championship held in Aventura, Florida. Then he married a frustrated should-have-been-zookeeper in two weeks after meeting her, and wound up with 21 animals ( by actual count ) blissfully living in the house with them. After divorcing her, he obtained two US patents for bicycle accessory inventions, both great engineering accomplishments that never made a nickel commercially. He's written a hundred songs, about two dozen published on the internet. He got into buying, restoring, and selling classic cars. A FEW interesting and crazy things happened in between and amongst the above scant list of mentionings. And, he knows one thing for sure. At seventy one it is impossible for him to die young anymore. His kids & grand kids are all doing super, and the whole entourage gets along great. And, he knows that God and Mother Nature are very pleased with his successful reproductive efforts to help keep the big game going.