Michael Spencer

Proving that, in fact, there was a time before kids began locking themselves in dark basements with video game controllers clutched tightly. Michael Spencer has written a book about many things both physical and mental, both tangible and dreamlike. He ends up being the climax of the era where a child's imagination was their greatest toy. The last Great General of an army of youth that has since faded into forgotten lore, he has sent out this slightly demented, partially faded firecracker in the sky that summons them all home one more time before technology and flashing video screens erase all memory.
This grandson of the "greatest generation" takes us as close as he can to the events that made him who he is and with an often unsubtle grace, he walks us from youth to manhood in a hysterical death march that is paved with golden threads of hope and redemption.

Before his journey is covered in the red clay of life's unavoidable responsibilities and goodbyes, Michael Spencer will have shady fundraisers and accidentally ingest a date rape drug from Mexico. He will set a sub-division on fire and ignite a napalm bomb on a golf course. He will be arrested. He, while dressed as a Cherokee Indian will declare war on the neighborhood bully and live to regret it. He will be asked to leave Corporate America and will be heavily influenced by the wrestling persona of Rick Flair. He will perfect the "egging" of cars and will "make-out" to the song "PYT" (pretty young thing).

He will be forgiven for it all, through the unlikely, triumphant return of the often forgotten, magic of youth and by a heavily modified fishing boat that might just fly, one more time.

Lynn R Hartz, Ph.D.
(author of :Club Fed)
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