First, there was Judy, a terrier, and Steve’s first love. It wouldn’t be his last.
There’s the evil stepmother. And the two daughters.
There’s Steve, locked away in his hot room, but very content with his terrier who is cooling her belly on the fan.
Influences, Bach, Beethoven, and Mark Twain. But his teacher never answered her phone. Steve only wanted to thank her for getting him on the right track.
While Mark Twain poked fun at the rich, he was getting rich in the process.
A lonely bookish boy, full of acme, fat and self-loathing, the badge of the police force gave him the confidence needed and the local stripper club on his beat would be his solace.
But there was no room for women.
Dogs would take the lion share of Steve's life, and for good reason.
In the book, he calls it a spiritual calling.
Some people see quacks for trauma-related injuries, Steve takes care of dogs. Free therapy, some might say.
There’s a common theme in this and Steve’s other books.
This is a wonderful little book full of truths. His home truths.
From A Troubled House: My life passed before my eyes & here's what I saw can be purchased here.
Read Steve Cartwright's books while you can.
The projector will continue playing those old reels long after we kick the bucket.
Words have a way of floating in the ether, entertaining us long after we have died.
And did I mention the cover of his book? I adore it.
