Book Description

When I was growing up, Sesame Street had only made it to the letter, "C." There were no purple dinosaurs on television either. The only prehistoric creatures we got to watch on the two channels we received were the ones that were chasing Raquel Welch around while she was dressed in that skimpy animal-hide costume of hers. Don't think that I'm complaining about this. Trust me, watching Raquel was far more educational. Our television choices were limited, and there were no personal computers or video games back then either. For years, I thought a joy stick was the switch that brought a big smile to my mother's face every time she used it to wear out my rear-end. Like Farts in a Whirlwindis a humorous look back at some of the things that made my mother have to grab that switch. This book is not a nostalgic walk down memory lane. It's more like trampling through the flower beds of my mind. Every time I tell someone about the things we did in Vienna, I always receive the same three responses. First, I get a look of total bewilderment, which is followed by three or four vigorous head shakes, and then I hear, "You should write a book about that " Well, that's what I've done, and I hope you have as much fun reading these stories as I had living and writing them. Tony Farley is a life-long resident of the Vienna area. He is a graduate of Louisiana Tech University, and the owner of Vienna Motors, which sits at the epicenter of most of the stories in his book.