The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid
Bill Bryson’s memoir of growing up in the fifties was an unexpected treat* delivered by my good friend Amy.
I laughed so hard I cried. Several times.
I don’t have the book with me to quote but please, do yourself a favor and nab a copy to laugh over. It will cheer you up. I promise.
*If you are highly sensitive then the occasional F-bomb contained within its pages may offend. Also some descriptions of adolescent lust might outrage. Having worked in a fine-dining restaurant (worse than the Navy for language) and having known an adolescent or two, I was neither shocked nor offended. Your mileage may vary.