Last Call at the 7-Eleven: Fine Dining at 2 A.M., the Search for Spandex People, and Other Reasons to Go on Living Contributor(s): Cowherd, Kevin (Author), Element Books Ltd (Author), Bortz, Bruce (Editor) |
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ISBN: 0963537636 ISBN-13: 9780963537638 Publisher: Bancroft Press OUR PRICE: $17.96 Product Type: Hardcover - Other Formats Published: November 1995 Annotation: Discusses fine dining at 2 a.m. and other loopy subjects with which we're all familiar. |
Additional Information |
BISAC Categories: - Literary Criticism | American - General - Humor | Form - Essays |
Dewey: 818.540 |
LCCN: 96163549 |
Physical Information: 0.94" H x 5.57" W x 8.83" (1.02 lbs) 229 pages |
Themes: - Cultural Region - Mid-Atlantic - Geographic Orientation - Maryland |
Descriptions, Reviews, Etc. |
Publisher Description: The country might be going to hell in a hand-basket, but don't close the garage doors and sit there with the engine running until you read this collection of sardonic, off-the-wall pieces on modern life by one of America's best humorists. Described as another Dave Barry, only with a lot less going for him, Baltimore Sun columnist Kevin Cowherd sizzles as he tackles such loopy subjects as: -Larry King's interview with God (El Paso, Texas, you're on the air with the Almighty... -Fine dining at a 7-Eleven at 2 a.m. (Moving briskly past the Test-Your-Blood-Pressure machine and the Hormel chili section, we arrive at the rack of Slim Jims.)-$20 million lottery winners who insist on keeping their jobs (Oh yeah, I'll be back at Mr. Tire first thing in the morning.)-The joys of backyard wiffleball (Wiffleball is for anyone willing to shrug off a full speed collision with a tool shed and six months of subsequent blackouts just to snare a grounder up the middle.)-Thanksgiving dinner with Howard Stern (Yo, sweetie, pass the cranberry sauce. What are you, stupid? Only a friggin' moron would pass the mashed potatoes when I asked for the cranberry sauce.)-Modest people looking for love in the personals (5-foot-9 guy with spare tire, bags under his eyes, not much of a chin, looks like your grocer, seeks woman.). |