Thank you

Every year, on their wedding anniversary, my friend Allen Johnson gives his wife a giant pile of manure.

What you need to understand is that Mrs. J. is an avid gardener and their anniversary is in the early spring. So every year she greets this steaming, foul-smelling truckload with gratitude and delight.

I too am feeling gratitude and delight for the giant, foul-smelling pile that arrived yesterday courtesy of Evan, who kindly sent along Books 2 through 8 in the Left Behind series, ensuring that I will be able to continue my tour of the World’s Worst Books for decades to come.

Thank you, Evan. I will try, like Mrs. Johnson, to put this fecund truckload to good and productive use.