It took a little over nine months to compile, write and edit my columns into the narrative memoir now on bookshelves and online. Like any labor of love it was a much bigger project then I realized. Those “short,fun, reads” that I see in every bookstore I have now respect enormously. Go grab Normal’s Just a Cycle on a Washing Machine and flip to page 133 where I was lampooning the Donald, leaving Marla for greener pastures, starting the Miss Universe contest and I wondered aloud if he might be soon honeymooning with one of his contestants, half his age, honeymooning in the Lincoln Bedroom the Clintons were leasing out for big donors. The year 1997. The soap continues.