There was going to be a battle something like if Godzilla met King Kong, or if Frankenstein met Dracula, or like when champion wrestler Bobo Brazil meets the Sheik!

We were all standing in line waiting for breakfast when one of the caseworkers came in and tap-tap-tap.

Shucks, this is one of the bad things about talking to librarians, I asked one question and already she has us digging through three different books.

It’s 1936, in Flint, Michigan. Times are hard. Ten-year-old Bud is a motherless boy on the run, and his momma never told him who his father was. But she left a clue: posters of Herman.

My dinosaurs weren’t even in their graves for three hours before someone rolled their rocks away. Maybe it was a lot easier for a bunch of angels to get a million dinosaurs to heaven than it was to get the saver of the whole world there, but I wished they’d given me a couple more hours.

Dad was in the United Auto Workers at work so seniority was real important in our house.

His chin looked as though a farsighted person had attempted to sew two thickly cut pieces of bacon together in a dark room.

Every once in a while, Momma would make me go to Sunday school with Joey. Even though it was just a bunch of singing and coloring in coloring books and listening to Mrs. Davidson, I had learned one thing. I learned about getting saved. I learned how someone could come to you when you were feeling real, real bad and could take all of your problems away and make you feel better. I learned that the person who saved you, your personal saver, was sent by God to protect you and to help you out.

A Mile A Minute.

God is great, God is good, Let us thank him For our food. Amen.