I love Bill Richardson. I miss hearing him on the radio. But, because I know his voice so well, I actually *do* hear him reading to me when I read his books. He is bright, witty, quirky and hilariously funny. I believe this was his first book, published in 1988. It is a collection of sort essays and poems about almost everything under the sun and I laughed so hard and so often, that my cats moved to another room because I was bothering them and disturbing their beauty rest. ( )