Good God, Bill. After all these years. I've often talked about my days with you and Tom in Foxfire with my children (both are headed into show business related fields), and I speak of those days with great fondness. Dyas and night I recall vividly and with great pleasure (Ah, the good old days, sharing a cheap motel room in Greenwood Lake with an endless supply of girls and booze). Hopefully, you did those early days justice in your book. Can't wait to get it, read it, laugh it! My kids are hoping you included some "juicy stuff" from those days. Just in case, I already told them that Tom and I were the bad influences, you were the good guy. Glad we found each other! Looking forward to reading your book.

i haven't read your book yet, i have only met you once, but still, somehow, someway, i feel as if i don't know you. i guess i'll have to come down to kravings and do some more heckling....ratty

Hi Bill, I loved your book. Reading it was like listening to you tell it! It just "sounds" like you! I laughed at loud several times while reading. Thanks for mentioning the Godiva Girls. What you said was so sweet. I'm bringing my book to Washington so you can sign it for me. See you then! Judy Harkrider (Godiva Girl)

Ok, I'll go out on a limb here. I found a typo on the bottom of page 18 which reads, "It ain't nothing but a good time." It should read, "It ain't no thang but a good time". Congratulations on your book, Bill, it's very funny. Your humor is timeless and your stick people never age. Wishing you the best.

I got the book, and wow!! Two hundred and 70 pages...just as promised. Of course, adjusting for 'Cinque and the Brain' milage, that's four thosand six hundres and twenty two pages. It is a great read so far, and me and Sheila keep it in a special place (no, not our hearts, your egomaniac!). It's a smooth read, and that's not such an unusual adjective when you think of the 'special place' we read it. I can get through about 3 chapters in one 'sitting', if I've taken my bran that morning. Best of success to you, Tom