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It takes place on Friday April 1 at noon Eastern. There we’ll deepen our connection to our inner idiot. I’ll read from The Book of Wrong Answers. Attendees will even learn about the million dollar joke.

But until then, here’s a bit of a preview from The Book of Wrong Answers:

With resolute comfort, Grandad and his uncle coaxed Larry back to the deck. They chugged into the Grove island marina with both masts standing tall. There, at the marina, they got some help from Skipper Ralphie, a boozie old salt who spent the last thirty years working at marinas all around the Caribbean. There were some places he could go and others he couldn’t. Their adventures with Ralphie would be hard to believe. But that’s a whole ‘nuther story.

With the masts down they set out up the intercoastal waterway. They took turns sleeping and motored around the clock. Past back yard boat houses packed with cabin cruisers and jet skis, they were one of the bigger boats on the water. Aside from keeping watch for the occasional tug and barge, it was easy going.They’d stop for supplies and showers along the way. 

The people and places flashed by as though a montage though Larry. This author decided that Larry’s idea for a montage was a good one and he set out to write one.

They met the most eccentric characters along the way. It was New Smyrna Inlet, the shark attack capital of the world where they met Steve. Steve had ‘been hit’ a couple of times. “It’s not even a thing really”, he said, “They take you to the hospital and you get your picture in the paper”. But their adventures with Steve? That’s a whole ‘nuther story.

It was Saint Augustine where they met Blake, the delivery guy. He could get you anything you want. “Anything. ANYTHING!” he insisted. “Girls, rock, meth, you name it”. Blake could not return to his hometown of Atlanta. Ever. But that’s a whole ‘nuther story.

Then there was the foggy morning waiting to enter Savannah Harbour. There they met Jag Gunnenheimer. He was a former special forces marine who was swimming with the dolphins. They joined him of course. When he told them about his training in telepathy and mind control? That’s a whole ‘nuther story.

If you ever meet Larry, be sure to ask him about the time all three of them fell off the pier after an evening of mischief at Jacks Waterfront Bar in Morehead City North Carolina. I’d tell you now, but that’s a whole ‘nuther story.