Ah, summer, childhood, friendship, fatherly love, baseball, bigamy, infernal machines, Werner von Braun, an encounter with ultimate evil and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of divine intervention: these are the constituent elements of The Reincarnation of Lou Gehrig, my paean to growing up in the early 1960s.
And, for those of you too young to remember, it was indeed rocket science, to wit…
Then came the fortunate day when, owing to a hidden engine defect, one of my rockets caught fire in flight, descended in a wholly unanticipated trajectory and set Mrs. Trubiano’s patio umbrella ablaze. While the damage was slight and the old lady’s reaction inappropriately hysterical as far as I could judge, the fire department showed up and I was given an official public reprimand. The tale grew in the telling and my reputation was made. Because my hobbies included confirmed incendiary devices, I could not be considered a mere dork. By the age of thirteen, I had become officially weird. For a budding intellectual, this was the best of the available classifications. No one messes with a weird kid. I was left to pursue my researches in peace.
Publisher Annie Acorn has described Reincarnation as “a roller-coaster of a tale,” “an amazingly fast-paced ride,” and warns you to “[b]ring along a large handkerchief, because we guarantee you’ll laugh until you cry as you read this one!”
I can’t add anything to such fulsome praise, except…
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WARNING: Reincarnation, while hilarious, is but a short story, not a novel, novella or even a novelette. But, on the plus side, it’s only 99 cents.