| My husband, a long-time Baxter Black fan, spends more time in his truck listening to the radio than sitting in a chair reading. The CD version of Black's book was the perfect gift. He giggles while he tries to relate a tale he has just heard, then gives up and puts the CD in a player in the house so I can listen. Hearing the stories in Baxter's familiar, ironic drawl is as delightful as listening to the weaving of the tale. |