ford, richard, as there is the ole maddox or whatever his name is. no relation to chevy, i'm sure. ha! see, after signing up for goodreads back in sept of '10...or is that ought-ten?...or will that bring out the waco killers?...boggling over leggo-guns and a cheerleader w/a hunting rifle in the trunk of her car? call swat.

ha! because though i remember reading this book, and saying, right-on, bro! i couldn't for the life of me remember the title, much less the author of the piece, ford, richard...and i've looked-searched for it from time to time...

there's a line in this one that is still w/me, from...'95, when i suspect i read this: something about posing an analogy to our nation's early days when the complaints of a people fell on deaf ears and a crisis ensued. and all that patriotic malarkey...yadda yadda...all experience has shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer while evils are sufferable, rather than to right themselves by opposing the forms they've grown accustomed to...yadda yadda


o, my, that little boy just pointed his index finger at moi and pulled his middle finger. call swat.

too, it's been interesting reading many of the reviews as they line up 'neath the brief statement up there by the title.

ha! anyway, found it, and though i no longer own this book--i found it cause it dawned on moi, by the soon-to-be-changed early morning light--daylight savings! (call swat)--that i may find it if i look at winners, pulitzer, in this case and lo and behold, lo and behold, there it is.

i remembered it had something to do w/a real estate agent...all those worries about being still and the need for perpetual motion, perpetual emotions....call swat...

does anything go? seems like it, anymore...call swat 96? 95?