Sneak Attack

31 short stories, two to four pages long, about growing up in a small rural community. My brother says I could never tell a story right, my cousin said, "That's not the way it was", my niece said, "I didn't say that", and when the wife heard me say it was a peek into our family life she insisted I write "fiction" in the front. Some of my friends say, "I remember that, this book isn't fiction." I didn't know writting a book could be so hazardous. I did have the wisdom to wait until after Mr. B was dead to write his story.