For years now my dear, old, doddering dad has been clamouring on and on about a book. Normally, I pay no heed to the venerable old greybeard, as his incoherent mumbling usually revolves around the topic of me and my inability to appreciate the wonderful sensation of working with power-tools.
Frequently, the deluded chap will rant and rave for hours about different screws and show me drill after drill, sometimes he even gets so carried away that he hauls me off to a home depot, where he spends an hour salivating over yen another drill and complain about mom not letting him buy a digger. So you will understand that I am in the habit of tuning out his mad ramblings.
However, one thing did sink in. He has been going on about this book called "Francis" in which an American solider in Burma, this was when Burma was still called Burma, befriends a talking, flying mule named Francis. Well, you know me. Anything with talking animals get my attention. He only has a Danish translation of it and I don't read Danish translations of anything. They are anathema.
So I hunted it down, found an English copy on Amazon and read it last night. It's hilarious. David Sterne, "Francis", it will make you laugh out loud.
I'm sure that some of the..errr...more seasoned Saloonies have heard of it, possibly even watched the movie.