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You'll have to forgive me this month, my friends, I don't mind telling you that I'm just a little bit peeved. Peeved, heck! let's be honest, I'm finger-biting mad! Address and Bruce went running off around the country, signing brand new copies of THE CHRISTMAS ADVENTURE OF SPACE ELF SAM, eating in the best restaurants, staying in the finest hotels, and where was I? Sitting here in the studio, holding down the fort, without so much as one maid, butler or driver, spouting best-selling story after best-selling story, with no one here to write them down. True, I could type them myself, but that's not my job. My job is to collect life's many rich experiences and weave them into fascinating stories for all of you, my loyal fans, to read. . . And that's exactly what happened with THE CHRISTMAS ADVENTURE OF SPACE ELF SAM.
It all started one Christmas, back in my youth, when a disoriented pilot crashed his plane into the jungle where I grew up. He was a little dazed from the impact and some how assumed he had crashed into another planet. He kept calling my little green friends and family "Goners". I don't know where he got the name, but if you look at me and make your eyes go out of focus, the similarity to the characters in the book is pretty obvious. Years later, at Audrey's house, while we were all gathered around the fireplace with a pitcher of milk and a large plate of cookies, I felt moved to share this very special experience from my youth. Well, next thing I know a story gets published that sounds very familiar to me.
They're off touring the country in grand style and I'm left here to "hold down the fort". That's exactly the phrase they used, "hold down the fort". "Okay Max, while we're gone, hold down the fort." Hold down the fort while we eat caviar and drink sparkling cider, while we ride in a limo and appear on television!!!
I've got to calm down, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Whew! Well, till next time, Websters, take care of yourselves and remember to take your parrot with you when you go on tour!! Oh sorry. Breathe in, breathe out . . .
