My father’s years spent drunk on your front lawn were prolific ones for him, no doubt.

I think the interesting fact that Peter left out is that Clem had no pens handy…and wrote the entire manuscript on old newspapers with his own feces. He’s an inspiration to us all.

Most of the original draft was scrawled on the inner walls of the makeshift lean-to we built for your father to keep him from freezing to death in the cold winter months of his alcoholism. By the way, the copy has been picked up by Zondervan.

You might inspire other to read during summer, too. So, if you don’t minf, I’ve just linked you up in my blog. I wrote about “What to Do This Summer?”